VALORIA WILDEROSE
I stop and catch my breath, gasping painfully while being completely wet and soaked, forced back into the present.
I only now realize my tantrum and freak-out have taken me somewhere else: one of the many gardens on the castle grounds, the oldest, with large walls framing it in a circle covered with thick moss and vines.
It is abandoned and forgotten because of its age and because there is too much land on the castle grounds to maintain it all.
The storm rages on around me, relentless and unforgiving, as if the sky itself is mourning alongside me.
I lean against a wall to hold myself up, tripping instead on the muddy earth and falling on my knees and scratching them too.
"Fuck!" I swear under my breath, frustrated, tired, fed up.
When does this end? Will it end without me dying?
Maybe I should die. Maybe I should give in to my natural cowardice and just die. What am I living for anyway? Who would care if I die right now?
Why do I even want to live so badly?
