Poison.

There really wasn't a word, or a description for how she felt at the moment. She clutched at her chest, her eyes shut tight. Her body tightened against the cold sheets. All she could hear was the noise her mind was repeating to her.

Alone…so alone…

She fought back tears, struggling fiercely against the idea of succumbing to such an idiotic emotion and shook her head, refusing to break. She gasped, feeling the emotional pain of her agonizing loneliness. It turned all her happiness and few memories of such feelings, and crushed them, making them disappear like steam on a pot of boiling water. It twisted and clouded her mind, making any moment seem completely unimportant, and making her seem even more so.

And it was killing her.

Like black rotten poison, injected into deadening flesh every single day. And the results of poison? A slow, horrible death. Given to only the most repulsive of villains and prisoners of evil. It kills so slowly, inching over every part of the body, until all that is left is the torture of burning blood. And there's absolutely nothing to stop it.

Nothing.