"I should've just disappeared quietly. I cause so much trouble just by existing. There's no place in this world for me. There's no point in waiting for tomorrow because I will always be me, and this world will always be the same."
She looked down; the waves were as large as buildings, and only yellow and blue could be seen, the ocean caressing the beach and yielding only to repeat the process. The sand or the water— which will take her first? It will be the sand; the ocean is still too far away. To be swept by the water and lost, consumed by the inhabitants of the deep, is what she wants, not to be seen by other eyes and mourned by fake tears.
She stood on the edge. The edge of her shoes felt the air; only the heels remained on the ground. Jump, jump! her head raced. It takes courage to end it, but it takes courage to admit that something can be done. No, no, it can't be done; it's all gone.
She was going to close her eyes and let the heels feel the soft wind but was stopped.
"There's no need."
As she turned, she saw a little black creature. It was slightly larger than a sparrow, completely black, somehow slightly glowing in bright daylight. Its eyes had a shade of white; it had small horns poking from its head and small wings on its back. Its body was chubby and human-like, with fingers that ended with a pointy sharpness that were not nails. It swung its small tail in the air, left and right; the tail had a clover shape at the end of it. The little thing had a permanent grin with two small pointy teeth showing on the top of the front jaw and likewise on the bottom.
It spoke in a low-pitched voice, "I can offer you eternal happiness."
What's there left to lose?
The little thing poked the top of her index finger; it bled slightly. Its blood mixed into hers, and her blood mixed into its own body. But the little creature lied; it only brought misery.
Every object she touched decayed in seconds. Everyone she attempted to talk to suffocated.
On a hot summer day, a sparrow laid in the shadows, masked away from the sun. The sparrow was thirsty and its eyes hardly opened. The girl touched it with her hands in front of her; the feathers vanished, the skin disappeared, muscles stayed there squishy but with no blood. Before, only the bones remained, followed by ash, and then nothing else.
The cruel joke continued; even the sun refused to look at her. Wherever she went, a dark cloud followed; it rained most days.
She was confined to a cabin, the only place where she can touch any object that won't decay, but every living being still did.
She sat there in front of the mirror; tears would stream down her eyes, but they were unable to manifest. The little black creature appeared in the window's reflection.
"I can fix it."
"SHUT UP!"
She smashed the window with her hand, sank to her knees, and cried. Only if the tears would manifest. She didn't feel pain despite the shard being lodged deep inside her blood-soaked hand.
Above her head was a long, slender arm with long fingers. The hand held a red apple. Above it, a Cheshire grin was formed, bearing a full set of needle-like white teeth. It said, "Truce?"