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Missed Connections
Inspired by Facade By Disturbed
Thoughts, so varying in direction and order you would think she was going mad. Images of what could have been, what was, and what could happen flashes before her minds eyes yet nothing in there comforted her at all. She was an outcast of her family, she had not finished high school, she had to go to a shrink, and worst of all that now she was questioning her foundation. Was what she had been told and thought wrong after such a long time? Maybe, it was quite possible, but Emily didn’t want to find out. Perhaps it was because the real world frightened her, the idea of being alone and leaving the nest chilled her to the very bone. So many times had she tried and missed, the connection to reality never forming beyond a mere hopeful light.
So now she would burn her own world as she struggled to discover who she was. Emily, a moderate height girl with a few extra pounds looked at either side of the sword with mild attraction. There, as the town burned around her she held the blade of choice; would she swing it one way, or the other? An abstract thought, one she would have to draw eventually, but for now Emily stayed in the fantasy world. Her eyes set upon another woman, and then as she swivelled around, a man. Both were in life threatening situations of having a bandit slice their throats but she couldn’t save both could she?
One or the other, you cannot have both.
Emily, now wearing shining armour like a knight of old, stood there, transfixed. Was one really better than the other? It was possible she was destined for neither, only to be alone in a raging world. Maybe, somewhere deep inside of her dying soul that’s what she wanted, either idea sickened her. It was weakness, and weakness was to be avoiding at all costs. Emily had been weak for all her life and she had paid dearly for it. But now the sword, the shining, glimmering sword was in her hands. The bandits were waiting for her move, what would they do if she chose neither? Would they just let them go?
Even as her heart didn’t want her too, Emily walked away.
Weakness is to be avoided. She thought with a snarl, I will not be weak, never again.
Another missed connection, something she wasn’t sure whether she was happy about or not.
As the fantasy world faded away, she looked into the mirror in the hallway and just gazed at herself. Whatever small part of her heart she had left for her own love disappeared. Alone is what she wanted, and alone is what she would get.
Look inside; see what you have become… A Monster…