No Pity For Your Tears

m my shoulder to my fingertips. I looked down and saw the problem. My arm was bent at an

lights blinked far below, a beautiful, blurry mess seen throug

't respond either. They were just heavy, dead weights attached to my body. I was comple

glass on my face scraped against the marble floor. The pain was immense, bu

rced to

at me,

. It was a voice I knew better than my own. For year

Her dark hair was styled perfectly, and her makeup was flawless. She looked like she had just

lo

villainess from my favorite novel, "The Gilded Cage." The soul I had pulled fr

gurgle was all that came out, thic

enough talking. For years, you've been the little voice in my head. The hel

seen filled with despair and vuln

my savior, didn't yo

mine. I could smell her expensive pe

You were steering me, manipulating me, playing God with m

bered. Somehow, in this simulated world, she had

h a sudden, terrifying rage. "My failures. My pain. You took it all away and

as it had vanished. She walked over to the brok

she said, looking out at the city she no

e grabbed the front of my shirt with impossible strength and began to drag me acro

he broken window overlooking the world. The w