my sap

i don't know why i came here in the first place

she waited on a wooden bench, right at the entrance of Dread's Meadow. the air was angry and bitter (since October only just began), painting her cold cheeks a color that looked almost too red against her dim gray backdrop - like someone had pricked their finger above fresh white snow. though the Sun was straight above her, the clouds that consumed the sky seemed to have stolen away his warmth as well, so she could do nothing else but shiver on the bench alone. even the infinities of yellow grass around her seemed to be crying, and the only way to she was able to "go" was by waiting for the universe to send sleep to escort her away - to a similar darkness, but one not quite as hollow.

the meadow was typically empty. every once in a while, the girl would think she could see the faint outline of people through the fog, but was still never able to shake the feeling that she was simply alone. the wobbly silhouettes in the fog seemed empty, or even fake and cartoonish.

days, and weeks, and eventually months went by like this, each cycle mocking her as they went about. she cried at the beginning, mostly out of loneliness, but then out of hunger. it invaded her in such a sinister manner: slowly making home then eventually consuming her - like a lot of things.

when it became too much for her to handle one day, she ripped out a handful of the dead Earth underneath her. dirt danced around her fingers then crumbled to the ground, and her hands shook as she brought them to her mouth and chewed. grime and salty tears coated her teeth and lay for what seemed would be forever. she cried even more afterwards, but nevertheless, stayed - not really knowing why. all she knew was that she had to wait.

one night, the discomfort that constantly demanded her attention left for a split second. she thought that this was a miracle, but then felt her joy quickly turn to fear when she heard footsteps nearby, and rustling against the grass. she turned her head, and saw a shadow grow larger and larger as it approached her. an ominous feeling grew until it found her at her feet, and crawled its way up to her neck. she held her breath. she did not move. the feeling persisted, until it was immutable.

it  plopped down next to her, shuffled around for a bit, then did nothing; remained alarmingly still.

she wanted to do something, but it was almost like she forgot how. the Wind began to scream even louder, and silence became deafening, until the shadow finally turned to her. she turned to him and all of a sudden the situation consumed her entirety. she was no longer herself, but rather, a version of herself sunken deep deep inside of herself. 

"how are you?" It asked.
she didn't respond.
"the meadow is stunning at night."

It stared at her as she found courage to look up at the sky timidly. the stars intertwined with the dark night sky. it was pitch black dark, but, was something more resting between that space? Time stopped.

she stopped.

"why are you here?" It whispers.
"i think i'm waiting for something."
"what is it?"
"i don't know." she says.
"oh."
silence.

"why won't you leave?" It asks.

she opens her mouth, startled, but then pauses. why haven't i left?

"truth be told," she says, "i forgot why i even came here in the first place."
"oh."

abruptly, she stands up and walks. her figure shrinks smaller and smaller. It smiles.