Drums beat incessantly in the back of my head, it was coming. I looked down and felt the soft pink flesh of my belly where it had peeled back, revealing the black dark crusting from my gut. There was no blood, no remorse. Now everyone could see. I pulled a crisp white shirt on and buttoned up the front covering the gaping wound. An empty cavity was all that remained, my heart, my feeling were gone. I felt the cold wind blowing through me as I walked, drums beating. I felt my legs trembling as my feet trod on the icy ground. I rounded the corner, the end in site, I was not going back. I smiled to those who knew no better, knew no end. The sun shone on their heads and gleamed, the blue skies reflected in their eyes. I turned back and faced my path, dead ahead.
