#futurcserialkiller

    she’s wiping tears away that stream down her face, and she shakes her head. “ you’re wrong, ” she says softly, her bluebell eyes focused on the floor between the two, as she rocks back and forth on her heels as if this will accomplish anything but all  it does is makes her tears come down faster ;; as a sob escapes her tiny lips, and she finds herself crumpling to the floor in a ball. “ there’s nothing in me. no light. no dark. i’m nothing. ” her chest contracted, and it hurt to breathe, to do anything as she pulled her knees to her chest. “ i don’t know what to do or what to be and i’m just ... i don’t have anything. i’m NOTHING, ” she cries out, her small body wracked with trembles, “ i don’t have anything. i’m E M P T Y. ”