Empty

Have you ever felt so low about yourself that you just shut down? A numb feeling runs through you until every nerve is nonexistent.

The scarlet blood in my veins runs cold. My fingertips are achingly numb. My heart hurts like a mallet pounded until there was nothing left to pound but mush.

This woman held the handle of the bloody mallet with both hands. She never stopped to think about what she was doing. Not once did she wonder "maybe this will be too much." She didn't stop until my heart was broken beyond repair.

Now I am numb. I am nothing but an empty shell. My soul is weak without its mate, its partner that kept my body going.

All because of this woman, the woman I knew would never hurt me, shattered my very being with just eight words. "I want you to earn it, smart a*s."

Author's Note

I really wrote this because I needed someone to vent to. No other rhyme or reason.

Reviews

[Relic's Bare Trees]

This is vague. Who is the woman? Who is the mate?
As long as you were venting I guess it doesn't matter?

[Jade]

Who is in this story is irrelevant to the meaning. However, I completely understand your curiosity because I am very curious as well. I simply wrote without paying much attention to what I said. I wrote when the pain was still fresh and I could still hear those eight words echoing in my head. I can still hear them but I've surpassed the pain and moved on to the numb, empty feeling I meant to portray. I hope that despite the vagueness, you enjoyed reading it.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

I did. Despite any vagueness, you have good descriptions and seem to be articulate as well as careful in your writing. I'm lad you explained it to me.

[Jade]

And I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

I'm glad that your glad I enjoyed it. :D