They bring in a new volunteer.
She watches from the corner of the room as they open the door and lead her in. The girl looks to sweet, too innocent to be in this place of gray and black and bleakness. Why would they bother to take her to this room?
The volunteer doesn't bother to hide her constant stares and probing eyes-and for that, she turns her head to give the girl one more look, one extra chance.
Unlike the shadow boy and the little fire girl, this girl exudes nothing, looks like nothing, feels like nothing.
And for that, she finally relaxes and lets the girl observe her pitiful, pathetic death firsthand.
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Her Definition Of "Life"
Short Story"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "she wasn't living" She truly believed that she had found the meaning of life. Or rather, the meaning of her life. "there never was anything in her" For her, she wanted to spen...
