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02-18-2016, 07:13 PM
How do you feel? I ask myself as I drag myself to the call of the czars. How do you feel, really?
Every bone in my body aches and my spine twisted as its bones create their torturous kiss. I spend my waking hours trying not to scream; I spend my sleeping hours in constant discomfort, constantly interrupted, barely present at all. The lack of rest shows--my golden eyes are dull and sagging, my heart thuds slow and empty. What remains of me is sick and thin, quickly malnourished with the absence of my mother, or even father, to direct me to food in these cold and unforgiving months.
Where is that love now, the unconditional seed sown by family? My brain pounds, my mind reels with the loss of childlike comfort. Where is that love?
The meeting means nothing to me, the words are dull and lacking comfort. What good am I to my herd, like this or even at all? I'm a child of no words and no action, a useless thing to be tossed about. I see Archibald at the head, a behemoth that I can respect, but have nothing to say. His eyes catch mine, and I'm aware of his gaze heavy on my place. Is that the love, the watching and caring? Or is it simply obligation?
Feeling tired and of no use I shuffle into shadow, leaning against a young tree for support and sniffling quietly as I chew numbly on its frozen bark. Nothing to eat, nothing to do. Useless, starving child that I am.
@Archibald mentioned, no others. Milo settles along the back and listens and mopes.
