I wrapped my arms around her for the last time.
If I had known the events that would take place as I worked,
I would never have let her go.
But I did
That night seemed normal, so normal.
The smell of the coffee I brewed smelt delightful,
although I was almost certainly allergic.
The smells around made me hungry,
as if I were starved to the bone.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed a hard three more hours of work.
I was almost free, just hang in there.
When would my break be?
Gosh, I was hungry.
That's when she showed up,
the police officer.
There had been a family emergency,
my head began to spin.
I had to go with her for questioning,
the tears fell without warning.
My thoughts roared,
my brother was in the back seat.
Where were we going?
The accusations, not against me,
but the person I trusted with my soul.
What would become of us now,
four unwanted children.
My father arrived hours later.
Stripped of everything I thought I knew,
drained of any colour in my face.
Everyone offered support,
but it sounded like murmers with my drowning ears.
I had nobody, I was nobody.
The month after that was easy,
my feelings left two days after.
My being became numb,
my soul committed suicide.
All I was left with, was an empty carcass.
A soulless husk wandering through the halls.
Would I ever feel the same?
I wouldn't know.
The walking dead are real.
You don't see them, usually.
They're the happiest.
They're able to make jokes, to smile while hurting.
It's no superpower, they've simply died.