The Woman that is the Shell.

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     It was a cloudy day little sun but not much else when her happiness took a train up north and left an empty shell behind with Nothing to do but read, write and smoke her life away. At one time people called the shell creative and most times brilliant But since he left she feels cold and a bit shallow. Anything she does has no heart, Empty. With every stroke of her pencil she feels the anger rising. With every word she writes, she feels the hot tears,stream down her cold face. "What happened to me?" She says to the nothingness that lies before her "I use to want to be out there, laugh with old friends, draw the most beautiful things, Even make up life's for people I see walk by. I use to laugh at people who told me that I couldn't do anything, that I was worthless. Where is that girl now? Where is she when I need her the most.?" When her happiness leaves her, the unholy laughter begins. It echoes off the walls, it seems to consume her minds and engolph her thoughts. "You can't do it." It seems to say.  "Remember, you will never do anything great. Heeeeee will be the only one that has the worth to be great. You will never be like himmm. NEVER." The laughter continues and the words are repeated over and over. "Shut up!" She scream at it while covering her ears. She is glad for the voice to be near for Silence can be deafening. She fears the voice will leave her like everyone else. She fears the voice will leave her alone with the disappointment which is herself. Fear is the only emotion left in her empty shell of a body. 

      She takes out a cigarette, lights it and intakes heavily. Looking  up towards the full moon she feels nothing for its beauty. Remembering the time that she used to laugh, smile, and take in its unique beauty feels as if it was all just a faint dream. "Such a shame indeed that there is nothing left but loneliness and fear. Such a shame that a human has to live with something like this." she whispers. 

     "You will amount to nothing.." The woman hears the voice say as chills run down her spine. Once again, she intakes heavily on her cigarette. Feeling the tingling sensation  throughout her body making her relax somewhat. "At one time I use to think about love, you know! I use to go after what  I want, when I wanted it! No matter that my brother hated me and tried to make obstacles more difficult! Not even my parents always comparing me to HIM at every opportunity! I didn't even budge when my cousin stabbed me in the back whenever possible! No, through all of that I endured! I kept on smiling and laughed through every rough patch I went through! Yet, Youuu want to be my down fall! I think NOT!" she yelled at it. "If I am to fall, It will be by my own hand!" The voice laughed its usual unholy laugh and whispered as its voice faded away, "WE SHALL SEEEE."

     to be continued...