Every night she would sit on the same spot, waiting. What is she waiting for? A change, perhaps? Or a person that she might have longed to see. No, she is waiting for hope, for hope to come. So she can once be liberated from that empty dream that she has been keeping. She has tried so hard, on everything. Everyone she loved has been chased away by all of those memories. Everything that was once belonged to her, faded away within her faith. There are no place to hide, and no place to go. She was forced to stay put in that maze of life, since there are no possible way out. She was lost. Confusion is not enough to describe the deep pain she is in. She has fallen into the gate of hell, where she could not have the courage to find the way out. The sky has turned red, and the ground has been tattooed with sins.

Waves of wind crashed onto her body. Her silent hopes are slowly disappearing from her wondering soul. Her heart carves distress and grievance, still bleeding from all the stress that she has tried to overcome. Those are the wounds that will never heal. Her mind is intimidated by hopeless thoughts, surrounded by the torment life has given her. Her voice has been washed away by the meaningless cries. Her tears have dried out from droughts of hopelessness. The only thing left that keeps her alive is patience. That is the reason why she is waiting, waiting for the nightmare to be over, there she could once again wake up and discover herself sitting on a field of flowers and butterflies, with the smell of sweet dew and morning fog. But that is all just a dream.

She might as well imprint the word “Disturbed” on her forehead, since that is the only expression that her face holds. She is discouraged by everything, mostly by herself. For the sudden shock has changed her life. A once noble child that everyone loves now is a soulless creature that monsters are afraid to go near. She is haunted by the past. So many times she has held a knife against her throat, wishing that she can just give herself one good stab, and then free herself from the painful world she is in. But there is something that holds her back, and she does not know why.

The night sky fades upon her shoulder, bringing a senseless fear to those lifeless eyes. She will be sitting there, waiting for the birds to fly, the waves to crash, and the world will spin again.