When No One Else Can See (open)

[Ramona Vardanyan]

Ramona had spent her time resting for a moment. With barely anyone else around she became lost in her thoughts. A bad place to be when the crevasses of your mind are dark, shoved down, repressed for good reason. Her body stood still, eyes glazed over, hands at her side. The only sign of life was the rising and falling of her chest, indicating breath. Thoughts of death, fighting, of the blood, resurfaced, replaying over again. After all, this was what she lived for; the fighting. As much as she liked to think she could avoid it, think she preferred diplomacy, almost every situation ended in violence and darkness. A constant battle between good and bad, a moment of realization and the everlasting question with no answer: Was darkness bad, or could it be good?

Snapping out of her thoughts she regained focus, running her right arm along the back of her neck. Well, she supposed she better find something to do before people became a bit creeped-out by her motionlessness.