I scream my name out to the canyon walls. At least, I believe it’s my name. It’s been 2 months 3 weeks and 5 days since anyone said it.
But it’s not like I’m counting.
It bounces from the rust-red rock and twists its way through the night air, startling a flock of birds from the trees and getting lost between the sound of their squawks and flapping wings.
Even they can’t stand to hear its jagged sound.
Night seems darker when you’re in it alone. Like the light of another human being can scare aware the looming presence of the nightmares hidden around each bend.
But the nightmares come.
They always come.
And I’m the only one left alive to come for.