I added a little more toward the end, so that there was a better connection with the beginning.

Ahem. SO, that last comment I recieved was interesting to say the least, lmao.

I still need a little help with the bolded area near the bottom, but I'm kind of stumped right now, and I feel like I'm straying away too much. Any help would be much appreciated.





As she walked through the hall way, the conversations of the people around her intermingled with each other to become one constant drone of noise that attached itself to the back of her head. She was void of emotion at this point--everything had finally collected its taxes, and she was now left with nothing. Even she had taken to thinking that a black hole filled the space where her heart should be. As she walked on she felt as if her face was sliding off the frame of her skull, like it was being pulled down near the corners of her eyes. But she didn't mind. It made her face tingle--like it had fallen asleep. It had the same sensation--millions of invisble needles pricking her continually, but it had a slightly different twinge to it. It was something she had felt before, but she couldn't place from what or where. She walked on. Walk on--that's all she ever had to do. At least that's what people told her.

When you feel like you can't deal anymore, just keep walking on.

The reasoning and logic behind it had always evaded her, but seemed perfectly clear to those who had given her the advice. She figured that if so many people saw it in the same light, it must be true.

So, she walked on.

She looked down at her feet as they carried her swiftly through the maze of people. She didn't even have to think about moving her legs; they had a mind of their own. They also apparently agreed with the tattered and worn idea of self-ignorance.

Walk on, they told her.

She thought about how she would continue to do this for the rest of her life. She thought about how by the time she dies, she will only have stumps left that would end high above the knee. That's how badly she will have worn her legs down from all of this trudging along. She considered this idea a while longer as her feet made her turn a corner. No, she thought. No, even after I die my legs will continue to keep walking. They won't care whether they're stumps or not. They don’t care if I’m dead or not. If I don't have to tell them what to do now, who says that they would need me after I die in order to move? She laughed out loud at the idea of seeing a corpse with nothing but stumps for legs, walking the routes she normally took. Zombie! The people would yelp. But she knew better. Plus, she didn't like the idea of having to consume brains in order to simulate life as she knew it.

For an instant the hum became a roar when she laughed. There was resentment in the way it rumbled. How dare she interrupt such sacred conversations with something as trivial as laughter!

But she was quiet again, and the rumble forgave her and went back down to a low, devious hum.

Walk on, walk on, walk on.

She continued on her way, never making way for people coming toward her. She didn't care whether she bumped into people or not. But apparently they cared, since they took to yelling obscenities to her back-- tacking them on to the already existent hum around her head, like notes on a refrigerator. But it didn't matter.

Walk on.

And she did. She was finally outside. It smelled like dampened cement and wet earth—-a clean and sweet scent with a musty overtone. The Musty, she thought to herself as she watched people leave intricate tracks while they walked in and out of puddles. Each person she saw had the same dull and lifeless look on his or her face. She didn't doubt for a second though, that her face appeared the same. She breathed in deeply. The heavy aroma permeated the thick, early morning air. Was almost palpable. Felt like billowing silk against her skin. As she inhaled the overwhelming scent she tried to taste it, imagining it would be like a mellow rose water.

A thought suddenly flashed through her brain. Too quick for her to register at first, but it was so familiar that the rest of her body identified it before she managed to.

It doesn't matter, walk on. She heard the echoes in her brain. They were louder than before. Seemed almost frantic.

But she couldn't. She told her feet to move, commanded them even, but they had made up their mind and planted themselves right there on the spot. Had magically grown roots and grabbed on to the walkway. Her mind was practically begging her feet to move again. Don't think about it again. Just move on.

Don't think about it.

Walk on.

Don't think about it.

Walk on.

For God's sake don't think about it.

But it was too late. The thought had entered, and it was there to stay. It infested her mind and body like a malicious plague, eating away at what little she still had left of her sanity. The thought repeated itself ad infinitum in her mind, until it was became one giant interfusion of pain. It continued to grow inside her mind like a fungus, and she was drowning inside her own thoughts... Her body didn’t react well to the idea and started to shake as if it were freezing. Her teeth chattered.

Walk on!! The echos seemed to scream in excruciating pain.

Bu she couldn't. Wasn't allowed. At this point there was no one around her, and she was alone. An easy target. Easy for her thoughts to consume and feast upon. And they did. The one thought alone devoured her.

Whywhywhywhywhytheydontneedmeheariamjustaburdenwhy
shouldntijustleavethemallalonewhymakeitanextendedt
ortureforeveryonearoundmewhenicouldjustenditallrig
hthererightnowIcouldgojumpoffofabuildingorbleedmys
elftodeathorshootmyselfintheheadwithapistolanditwo
uldnevermatternevermatternevermatternevermatterdon
tcareandtheydontcareiwneverwilleithernevercareever
andeveryonecollectivelydoesntcareimevenonboardwith
theideamylifeisworthlesswhyshouldicontinuewithsuc
hathingwhenimnotevenhappyandimmakingeveryoneelsemi
serableaswellandthisissomethingiwantfinallythisisw
hatwouldmakemehappygivemedeathdeathdeathdeathdeath

It wouldn't stop. It jus kept going, a never-ending line of despair. And with each continuing line, she only became more desperate. She was shaking uncontrollably at this point and was becoming cold. It was as if the very thought took away all warmth from her body just so it could continue to fester and torture her.

Walk, for god's sake walkwalkwalk.

She willed herself to move, but only succeeded in collapsing where she stood. Tears started spilling from her eyes, but she couldn't understand why. She tried to make everythings stop, but couldnt't manage it. It seemed as though she would be loosing this horrific battle. She couldn't find a reason not to surrender to the looming thought in her mind. It was ready to take her away in its tight clutches. Ready to rip into her like a pack of wild dogs.

She saw a familiar sight out of the corner of her eye. The surreal prickly feeling returned to her, only this time it invaded her entire body. Set her on fire. That's when she remembered where she had felt it before. She shuddered and gasped repeatedly for air. She rembered it...Once after seeing her dearly beloved actually part from the world, the feeling had overcome and her and made her weep uncontrollably...The thing was close to her, but kept its distance--waiting for her to give in. Waiting patiently, because it knew that it is always just a matter of time. At one point or another, people always ended up with it. No matter what they did, it only had to wait--and it had an eternity.

She felt a certain clamminess exude from the presence near her, and shriveled under its watchful eye. The thing felt her wasting away and moved in closer. She writhed in frightful fits as she felt an iciness settle across her skin. Her labored breathing came out like steam as the air surrounding her turned frigid.

She was giving in and there was no way out that she could see.

She sobbed fitfully between breaths. Please just walk, she thought to herself. Just pick yourself up and walk.

And then she stopped.

Her breathing came easier, and her eyes glazed over. She realized what was happening. She realized that what she had been wishing and waiting for, for such an excruciatingly long time, was finally happening.

She remembered the bottle she had held earlier that day. She remembered the warning on the label about what could happen if someone should take too much, and what to do in case such a thing happened. She remembered blatantly ignoring the label, as if she had never seen it in the first place. She remembered that this was her doing.

What she couldn't remember any longer though, was why excatly she had wished for such a thing. She couldn't reach back into the recesses of her mind to see what had made her come to this exact point in time. Flashes of people, bites of sounds and phrases she had heard, the whispering, the laughter,the screaming--everything came to her all at once, but only in bits and pieces. She couldn't put it together in a logical way.

So she let it go. Released it from the captivity it had been held in for so long, just like her.

She felt her strained memories floating away from her.

Keep walking, an old echo whispered pleadingly in her ear.

She was being granted her "wish", and she was trying to fight it. But it is human nature to fight against such a thing, she realized as her breathing became slower. She sighed, and rested her head against the cooling floor. She looked up at what had come for her and smiled slightly. Was barely visible. Her raspy breathing slowed until it stopped and her eyes slowly drooped shut. Her shoulders seemed to cave into her chest as she lay on her side. It was a sad image, but she seemed a little relieved nonetheless. Only relieved. The thing that came for her stopped an instant to reflect upon this delineation of all that it represented now and had represented in ages long gone. Every moment of time created always ended like this. Therein lies the equality man has always strived for.

Walk on.... An infinitesimal whisper left her side and drifted up and away.