She

she was wounded and torn, everything was over. Yet she stood there waiting, lifeless.
All the  conviction she had, had left her body.
She was dizzy now, she could fall any minute, and she knew Nobody would even come to hold her.
This thought made her angry.
She wanted to run, run with the strong winds, without settling anywhere.
She was ready she thought. Giving up all the materialistic things, she thought to her self
that she had enough,
in a minute , everthing turned black, her eyes opened to dust on the ground.
getting up, she managed her self. but that was it.
her steps fumbled. No more falling, she had promised herself, long ago.
What did she want? what was it?
it was driving her crazy.
She thought maybe she was selfish,
Maybe it was not needed.
But whether anybody liked or not she had created an echo.
Loud enough to vibrate the vacant walls of one's mind.
she breathed ! and put the arrow through his neck.