The little boy stared out the window watching the cars drive by. Even at the short age of eight, he was dying. Not physically but, on the inside. The mind, or soul, or spirit, or whatever word one might call it, it was turning vile and black. For many a year this desecration, this blackening went on. An unknown poison was turning spirit to sludge. Day by day he would watch the cars drive by out of the bedroom window. Each car was as bleak and meaningless as the next. They were all grey
Though a day came when he knew what was missing. By the age of twelve when the awkward hormone infused time reigns rampant, he knew. He or rather
she, knew what had to be done. She had to make her body hers on the outside just as her mind was hers on the inside. However fear gripped her heart tightly, only to be even more strengthened by the sludge already infesting her spirit.
She patiently mustered her courage against the blackness and fear to confront this head on. She was struck down merc