Her Darkest Life

It was a strange day, a bit warm during the day, but too cold during the night. Not knowing what day it is, what time it is, or what the month is. The sky is white. The ground is gray. The land used to be beautiful, glorious, and playful to all people. Days or even months went by, it turned into nothing but an empty, drastic wasteland. The crops and harvest had turned into dried twigs. The buildings and houses were covered in vines, roots, ashes, and heavy dust from the dirt. The walls and doors were rusted. The windows had been shattered and covered with dust. The roads and trails had crumbled.

There was no sign of a human or an animal at this time except one. There was an unknown maiden. A young woman who appears to be in her early 30s. She looks like a sad teenage girl because of her youthful face. She was wearing a very old, ripped scarf, slightly ripped dirty jeans, dirty sneakers, and an old large-size t-shirt. She has so many scars around her body by picking her skin and left with hundreds of dark spots or acne scars due to her bad anxiety habits. She used to have amazing close ones including her families, friends, and mentors. She was so grateful to all of her loved ones for never leaving her side. She has some goals that she was looking forward to for her bright future. Until one day, Hell has broken loose.

The pandemic went skyrocketing quickly. The darkness has been spreading quickly as a lightning bolt. Her life has been completely crushed. Her bright future was gone. She has been ghosted, alienated, outcast, shamed, traumatized, and stigmatized, everyday-even much worse than just her school life. It turns out that she ended up being alone. She was completely heartbroken and disconnected. She wants them to give her a chance and reconnect to their souls to heal hers. Unfortunately, it was too late. Her partners, lovers, acquaintances, and even her families have vanished without any reason.

During her darkest life, even when the pandemic strikes, she refuses her meals. She wishes that the food will always be good, but then it tasted terribly for her, even the kinds of fast foods are the worst for her taste buds and appetite. Her stomach growls often of that desperate hunger. Unfortunately, her appetite has no mood for it. She has not been motivated to find something to eat. She hasn't been interested in food that she likes as well since the trauma had corrupted her.

By the time her heart is still broken, deeply inside- she couldn't stop crying how desperate it is. It was too much for her by herself alone. The moon is about to fall. She had a hard time resting. She was feeling weak. The sun is already rising. By the time she sees the light as bright sun, She decides to lay down on the ground and go to deep sleep forever. When the light hits, she closes her eyes and smiles. She is finally free.