Scared and Aimless — A dark night story

Scared and aimless, floating across the land like a lost soul, crawling, panting, limping, blind, she turns around and sees, surrounding her, sharp-peaked mountains, black and red land that seems to carry shiny lava inside its crevices. The plants around her are thorny and dry. There's no water to be seen. There's nothing more than an invisible road that leads everywhere, and how can one follow such a path?

She looks at her hands. They're bleeding and the blood flows to her elbows when she raises them to look them up close, and if she lets them hang, it drips on her legs and feet, but she doesn't feel it fall: everything aches, everything hurts, everything... and when she can't have this anymore, she falls onto the ground supported by her hands and screams. Her hair is soaking with sweat and humidity and its weight burdens her, as do her clothes, her wounds and the space all around her. She wants to leave... she wanted to leave; she wanted to flee, wanted. If it wasn't to go back to her old life, maybe to make a new one, but despair takes hold of her, the feeling that there isn't anything else other than black rocks, red crevices, thorns and pink sunset clouds.

She picks up her bag, takes out a piece of paper where she had put her last cookie, but she remembers that she had already eaten it and there's only crumbs left. She eats the crumbs and cries while sitting. She lies on her side and looks at the piece of paper as if it had contained the last bit of hope that was left for her. She raises her head a little and looks far away: there's nothing in the horizon; the hills look like diabolical knives, ornaments to Hell. There's nothing to see, everything has already been seen, everything is fate's stage, its foul play on her. And what was she? She wasn't anything in the world, she wasn't anything before and she wouldn't be anything in the future.

She takes a serrated quartz stone and does as she learned when her mother had left: she cuts the skin on her arms in half from her wrist to her elbow. She curses everything one last time and lies down to wait. At least, she wouldn't feel hungry anymore. She wouldn't have to walk anymore. Nobody else would be disappointed on her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep for the last time, where no one found her body until all that was left of her was bones.