I’ve been alone for almost as long as I can remember.
Hazy memories of my parent's gentle arms and warm smiles are all I have left now, and their deaths took the only source of companionship I had.
Someone as young as I should probably have died, left on their own, but somehow I survived, finding food, building shelter. I’ve become strong, but I ache for someone to share my life with.
Then one day you show up, out of nowhere. So suddenly I wonder if I am dreaming. Surely, though, I couldn’t have imagined your beautiful face? Or your eyes, so dark and beautiful.
You look different from me, strangely shaped, but what does it matter? Eager, I rush over to greet you. My voice, rusty from disuse, trembles in my excitement, much to my embarrassment.
You start in surprise and stare. You smile though, hesitantly, and dizzy with joy, I repeat my greeting.
You shake your head and speak, but I can't understand the strange sounds you make. My excitement dims for a moment- of course, we speak different languages. No matter.
I'll learn yours if it takes me decades. We can learn so much from each other!
My thoughts, darting here and there like silver minnows, are interrupted by the sight of blood slowly dripping down the side of your head.
It's a different color than my own, but it's clear that you're injured, and exhausted. I'll take care of you. I always will. I grab your hand and signal -come- and you nod.
I head towards home with you in tow, almost dragging you in my excitement.
Your hand moves in mine suddenly- I squeeze it, trying to reassure you. Your hand jerks again, and then again. I try to hurry- you’ll be alright when we get home, you’ll understand.
It's the sudden stillness of the hand in mine that makes me pause and turn around. What I see stops me dead.
Your head now lolls on your shoulders and your body is horribly contorted. Ribbons of blood stream from your ears and nose. Your mouth is twisted and gaping, as if fixed in a scream of agony.
Worst of all, your beautiful dark eyes are clouded over and bulging from their sockets.
Frantic, I scream at you, words tumbling over each other in my terror 'Pleaseplease don't leaveme. DontDONTDONT PLEASE! PLEASE!' My throat raw now, I shake you in a frenzy of desperate misery.
Your head just flops back and forth in a sick mockery of life, your dead, glassy eyes never meeting mine.
Finally, with a choked sob, I force myself to let go of you. Watching as you slowly float back up to where I found you.
You're gone, and I'm more alone than I ever was. I scream, and scream until my throat bleeds, knowing the sound, like always, will be swallowed up by the black depths of the uncaring sea.