String held tightly in hand forging a link in the furnace of paranoia. Year after year she stayed in that room of doom & gloom never moving not more than a pace or two. She prayed one day the girl would let go so she could float up to the sun.
Hayden stared down at the blood spilling out of his hand, falling onto the white sink. His lip quivered with anger as tears filled his silvery eyes." Hayden asked himself, before succumbing to his own grief.