She stared across the vast expanse of road, her eyes growing tired. Seemingly endless space could only draw her nearer to something unpredictable. Something she was most vulnerable to. Something she would cower against even amidst awareness of a heaven ahead of her. Loneliness.

It had almost become a hobby of hers to lose all sense and to forget. Sometimes, though, she forgot how to numb herself. Her craving could take the better of her, like any normal human being, however abnormal she was. She was not afraid of losing her limbs, eyes, ears or nose. No. She was stronger than that. Physically. Her mind grew feeble, though, at the thought of losing her actual self to something so relentless. Reckless she had been to not realise what she was losing, or worse, lost.

Puppetry on the highest level. That was what had led her to the road she was staring at. Her face, emotionless, shone against the white hot sunlight. She tried to acquire numbness so as to discard the most haunting feelings that any living being could endure. It became impossible as she realised her hunger. She hadn't eaten since...even that was hard to remember. Excellent. Her memory had vanished too. She fell on her knees, exhaustion taking over. "I'll take a rest," she tried to mutter but realised her throat had dried. She glared up at the blazing sun thinking, 'Why, thank you for the help.' Usually sarcasm made her a little satisfied. Not that day. She drew in long, deep breaths, inhaling (to her extreme annoyance) dust and sand particles. There was no chance a car would see her. She was on the most deserted highway in the world. She placed her dirty, limp hands on the road softly, acknowledging the burning sensation of the tar. Her arms gave way slowly, painfully, making her cheek drift down to the hard surface. She felt her whole body burn and ache. Perfect. She smiled a smile she knew was far from genuine. She let her body curl into a ball, wrapping her arms around her knees, hugging herself tightly. She looked on the bright side: at least she would overcome her fear by the time she got to her next life, which was dying alone, with no feeling, no emotion, no friend....no friend....not even family...no one. Absolutely no one.

As she rocked herself back and forth on the prickly surface, singing in a whisper a song that she always related to:

I am doll eyes
Doll mouth,
Doll legs.

I am doll parts,
Bad skin
Doll heart

It stands
For knife
For the rest
Of my life.

A tear slid down her cheek. She smiled. She could feel sadness to it's largest extent. She could feel.

'I can feel,' she thought, drifting off to eternal sleep.