She - Exhausted

Exhausted

She stands among a crowd of mannequins. Each one staring at her blankly, surrounding her with their blatant judgment. Her pulse is racing; her heart is pumping against her chest. Sweat drips down her hands and her knees grow weak. She feels another presence in the room. What has elicited such strong physical response from her? Who could bring about this intense reaction? Her Prince Charming, perhaps?


 A dark clothed figure approaches her. His face is hidden in the shadows, his breath reeks of blood. He comes close to her and whispers in her ears. He is merely inches away from her skin and she can feel herself decaying. She stands there in front of him, still as can be, but not out of fear. She is ready to fall prey to this creature; she is willing to give herself up. She has no intentions of fighting, she knows this day comes for all.

But he is merely taunting her, he never planned to make the kill, he was flirting with her. He wanted to show her how ugly he can be. He comes so close and then vanishes. Forcing her to return to the state she was in before.  Return to the condemnatory stares and the hollow existence that swallows her whole. This seems unfair, she is ready for it to take her, why force her to be where she doesn't want to be. She slowly falls to the floor, turning into a crumpled pile of limbs. If she had even the slightest bit of energy she would be in an absolute frenzy, but the exhaustion takes over her.