Glass

She was broken, shattered, lost, and the walls she’d surrounded herself with were crumbling. For that’s what her fatal flaw was, she’d kill herself trying to save someone else. She felt hollow, empty, the flow on her cheeks slowly ebbing and giving way to crusted tracks. She didn’t have the energy left to lift herself up, to find the determination to get out of this condition. She was alone in a pit, the murkiness, and there was no one to pull her up. And how could she ask for help? After all, sacrifice to prevent someone else getting hurt was what she was made to do. She meant nothing to herself or others. A silent shadow, slowly disappearing and merging with the dark, as she killed herself, her soul. She knew what was going to happen, but she was powerless, and nobody else had the power to understand.