the dark.

The little girl with the blonde hair runs onto a staircase and she climbs, calling all the while for a man that does not exist. the stair case does not end, it does not reach a top, and yet she keeps running, keeps fighting. Even when the black cloud finds her, and it begins to fill her. seeping into her skin, her very being, even when her skin becomes a sickly grey and her eyes dead white, the little girl does not stop running. For running is all the little girl can do. Even when the thick black fog takes the last of her soul she does not stop fighting, for fighting is all the little girl knows. Even as her heart is filled with lose and anger the little girl glings to her humanity for her humanity is all she has left. The little girl is strong, but too weak to fight the dark alone.