I look around my cell with the voices playing like a broken record in my head. I look down and my leg is gone. Everything I had in that dream was gone. Gone.

Then, like a flash of a camera or the moment of lightning, I realized something big. I realized my life lie. It all came to me in a screeching pain in my head; crashing down like waves onto a rock and banging a stick on a carpet. It all came at once. My head was screaming and a throbbing pain that I thought would never end came rushing in. I held my head in between my leg and tried to repress my screams as memories took ahold of my thoughts.

It was Star... all Star. His life was shown to me. He was a warrior; someone with a mass amount of strength. He was the person that couldn't die unless he allowed it to happen. He could kill tens of thousands of men just by looking at them. His eyes white, no pupils, with specs of flashing light and can kill anyone with one look. He was like a quasar; he'd kill everything in his path. He was deadlier than the worst volcano and stronger than a machine. He was as fast as light and as soft as a rock. He was the kind that didn't love. I saw him at war. Just by looking, he made thousands fall dead on the ground in seconds.

He was the kind that was feared. He never loved... anyone. He wanted to die. He didn't care about me, about us, about them. He didn't care.

I saw Star in a fighting stance with his murderer. He looked angry and fed up. "If you're here to kill me, do it." He laughed and smiled. So did the Moon Child. "What are you waiting for?" He stepped closer to his murderer, who had his knife in hand. "What? Do you not care about your wife? What about your child? You know, the one you guys 'wanted'?" The Moon Child's smile got wider and wider.

"Do you not care for someone you made believe you loved?" He pushed. Star just looked annoyed. "No." He said quietly. "What was that?" He pushed more. He put his hand to his ear, pretending he didn't hear. Star laughed. "No, I don't," He put the Moon Child's knife to his heart, "care." Seconds passed. "Kill me." He said. "Kill me!" He started yelling. "Kill me!" He yelled louder. "Kill me!" He screamed and instantly, a knife plunged into his heart as the Moon Child whispered into his ear, "I have wanted to do this for so long."

It ended. It stopped. He doesn't care. He never cared. I started to cry silently. Hours passed and my sadness only turned into a never-ending fire of hatred that was fueled more and more every second I dwelled on it. It hurt. It really did hurt. The person I spent an ever-lasting love with for nine years never loved me. I bet you can't imagine how much of my life I have wasted believing a lie. I hated everything about it.

I laid on the cold, wet floor. Emotion was now something foreign to me. The voices got louder. The last thing I want is them.

Please go away. Please.

They say no. They scream and moan and claw at my mind. Stop. Please. "No," they say. "You need the truth," they say, but I cannot hear anything else among them. They do not speak the truth. They do not speak lies. They are neutral, and so I would as well. But they scream, so I am not anything but their body to hold and decay. I am nothing.

I am sitting in a cell. I am sitting in death. I am sitting in fate. I am sitting in hope. I am sitting. Just. Sitting.

Just. Sitting.

Just sitting.

Just.

Doing nothing, but sitting.

For hours.

Never ending:

These voices.

My hatred.

My emotionless face.

Everything.

I stare at the wall, doing nothing but laying. As I slowly rot in this cell, I come to accept my fate. "It's all over" is the only thought until I heard his voice.