I am going to die. Arialla felt a sort of clarity as blood drained from her shuddering body. She was in so much pain -- so overwhelmed with sensation, pain and more -- that she shouldn't have been able to think at all, but somehow her thoughts came quick and horribly clear. But there was only one: I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die.
She didn't think to ask why. In that moment, as blood and thought seeped out through the hole in her neck, she didn't need a reason. No reason could have sufficed anyway. It wasn't that she wanted to die, or that she wanted to live; she was beyond wanting. Wishes, hopes, dreams, everything that made her a person: they all slipped away. She was nothing. She didn't exist. She didn't matter.
Arialla stopped even trying to fight back. She waited to die.
please don't take my sunshine away
