Alone

Pup Stares up slowly, \" I stare and I wounder.... Am I really alone? No... I have friends, that I see everyday. Whom look at me and grin, whom look at me and say...Good Morning. But you, you are different. You... You are with me everyday, every mintue. Every step of the way. I gaze into your eyes and I see what lingers within myself. I see that smile and I laugh. You laugh at my jokes, cause you think their funny, you always cry with me, when I can not bare to hold on... You are my true friend and your right in front of me...\" Stares into a mirror queitly, rolling her fingers along the smooth surface before another pair of hands reached out and wrapped themsleves around her waist, pulling her back into the shadows.

William tilts her head back slowly. \" I\'m never alone.... Sure no one comes upon my ship, no one sings. Dances with me. No music plays, there no face around here for miles..But its okay. Cause you my true friend. The only one that can make a bad day turn good. Turn me from a sorrow filled lady, to a joyful filled male. Who wished to dance and howel at the moon. I look at you, shining to brightly in the sunlight, telling me. Inviteing me, to drink you more.\" spins her rum bottle slowly within her fingers before she pressed the rim to her lips.

Crystal rises her arms smiling, \' I am not alone. I watch and laugh as you play. Jumping into the air, as if to catch something. You come and nuzzel me, cuddel me, wanting me like I want you. You help me ease my loneliness. You help me, bring out the joy I lost so long ago. You make my waitting bareable, while your shining big eyes, watch every move I make, as if watching me for a mistake. So you can run over and help me.\" Kneels down smiling, watching a little kitten crawel over to her and jump into her lap.

Ruby sat upon the floor, her back pressed into one of her cold walls. Before her, bottles of wine lingered, along with her weapon. Her scyth, soaked in blood lingered. Her red hair hung over her face, over her pale skin that slowly started to turn white. Her eyes, dark, dim. Her lips trimbling slightly. Her clothes, upon her shoudler ripped, her skin, ripped, her bones bare within her shoudler. Broken.
Blood spilled slowly along her right arm to the puddel that lingered upon the ground, soaking her legs, her jeans. Slowly, with the last of her strength, she lifted her head, staring up at the one that had hit her weapon around, making her strike herself with the blade. \"M\'lord.\" She whispered painfuly, breathleslly, rasply. Seeing the light around her dim and darken. \" I...Am alone....I...win..\" With those words, she fell forword, her eyes closing. Having, what she always wished. Sleep. But this time.

She would not wake.