After a long while of crying, I look up. A puddle had formed around me, and I realized that the frozen rainwater had caused my sense of touch to go completely numb. Barely able to maneuver my head, I peek into the puddle and once again see my reflection. My new reflection. Let me tell you, I hated it.
I wished more than ever that this was a dream, and that everything would be normal when I awoke. I then forced my hand to my face, and missed completely. After a few more failed tries, I gave up.
Laying back into the puddle, I noticed the sky for the first time in days. The stars, the constellations, everything. It was all really nice, once I thought about it. The night sky, I mean. Not the unavoidable truth that I was, what did 111 call me, a shadow.
The word echoed in my head. That's what I was, what I would always be. I was ready to accept it, but my stitchpunk heart wouldn't let me. I was always the stubborn one.
"Damn it, 191, this is your future. Get used to it!" I mumbled to myself.
Slowly, the sky turned all different colors. Red, pink, orange, and blue. I smiled a bit, then suddenly my relief was broken by a stinging sensation throughout my body. I made myself stand, cringing, and disappeared.
My newfound instincts took over. "Somewhere dark," I thought. "Somewhere not there." I appeared in an abandoned house, and sat, gasping.
"What. The hell. Was that." I grumbled. I didn't know it yet, but I had another weakness. A 'gap in my armor', if you will. Quite the metaphor.
Turns out, there were quite a few 'gaps' that I didn't know about.