Followed by the Silhouette

Chapter# 11

She waded through mud, her feet became heavy by the alternative burying in the Earth. She was soaking wet and she stared at the rain pouring down, pestering and hurting her. Everything right now seemed to her as hurting because she'd been hurt from inside.

"Rot in peace!", she yelled at the tombstones, splashing water drops around her mouth.

The dark cemetery stared back at her, a creature this fearless. Wind swept along her direction.

Destruction, mayhem, chaos, everything was happening. Everything.

She knocked her diary, the one she told the untold in, inside the grave she dug. The grave of someone she knew.

Then she embraced the shovel, resting on the bark of a tree and heaved all Earth back. The mud was very thin in consistency since it was raining.

Stomping on the marsh puddles, she burried all hurting memories or as she thought she did.

She gurgled under her breath, "My life is collapsing...crumbling... meaningless and all the sick words one can think of".

The thunder rose.

"Lo