Marvelon

Sophie. 

I trodded through a long path of darkness. The words 'We're done. We shouldn't be friends anymore,' kept flickering in silver along the way. Sophie's laugh in all its age transformations flashed in the dark with images along the side of the path. Sophie when we first met. Sophie, two years later. Each stage of her development in all its glory. 

Those disappeared and the path grew dark again. The silence drew me to the edge of insanity. Weeping pierced through the silence. 

I came to a stop in front of a film of Soph crying. She was an adult. The last time Soph cried was when we were sixteen. After that day, she changed. She got stronger, vindictive, and manipulative. In this film, she looked weak. A sad little girl. 

Liquid trickled down my skin. I touched my nose. It was blood. I was bleeding. My nose, ears, and tear ducts leaked the crimson substance. My mouth pooled with blood. I spat it out in the darkness.