She-Intro

night

No lights, sitting on her couch in the nearly dark. Still the shadows are climbing in, created from the street lights and the shapes outside the window.

Silence. No music, it always distracts from the fight, it's not like darkness and silence help so much when it comes...not as much as it is that sound and illuminations hurt.

She doesn't know why it comes to her...in some ways she's not even sure why she fights it...except to retain her humanity...but even that seems overvalued these days.

breeze coming in the window...damn she should have closed them, the curtains, waving in the wind...flashes come to her in the shadow play between the cloth and the light as they throw themselves down on her floor...

the street, a sidewalk, oh...recognition...it's on morse...just outside the train depot, she can see two figures standing up on the platform above her...

This is always the hardest part...does it matter that she fights, she wonders? No matter how long I fight it, I always get there right as it's happening...too late to matter...

Why is this happening!?! Why me she screams to herself, as tears well up and her nails dig into her palms as she squeezes her fists and eyes shut....



Stumbling onto the street from the front lobby of her building she looks up into blank sky....memory sporadic...how did I get here? She knows loss again...only the destination burns in her mind...pushing everything else aside...she puts her head down, and hurries down the street...

a witness...

or a catalyst...?

Read: She pt II