Invincible

A click. A click in the silence. Her eyes opened, to find the dust had only gathered further around her. What had the click come from? She sat up, hearing the ligaments and tendons in her body stretch as she stood. She walked over to the corner of her room and saw in the mirror she was nothing more than a skeleton with a few muscles and what used to be huge, beautiful eyes. Her body was sickly. Her clothes had rotted away and her pale, chalky skin glowed a shiny, milky white in the moonlight. She sat down and felt more of her hair fall off of her head. She coughed and it made a ghastly sound. She realized then that the click had been coming from the clock in the other room. She rose and entered the other room, checking to see if something had moved. Nothing out of the ordinary. Still not a soul dwelled around her. She walked over to the clock and gave it a swift, hard hit to stop the clicking. Silence again. She wished to dwell in utter silence.
Sadly, she drifted back to what she wished could be her deathbed. She remembered that at one time in her life, she had been happy. She closed her eyes recalling moments of dancing in huge ballrooms with eager young boys. Getting kissed...she could smell the wine she would sip inbetween giggles. A whiff of her mothers perfume caught her nose...She opened her eyes to return back to her musty life. Everyone had died long ago. Her mother, her father and brother, her husband...her children...and thier children...and thier children...
She sat back and felt around her chin with the one finger that still had a bit off skin on the end of it. Most of her chin was bone as well. She looked up and stared at the dusty, dirty ceiling. She remembered back when she was only ten years old. She had fallen while getting riding lessons and hit herself on the chin in that spot. She remembered the pain...she remembered the dirt...the taste of blood as she bit her tongue and hit the ground. The humiliation of the laugh of her brother...She felt nothing such as this anymore. She hadn't felt pain nor humiliation for hundreds of years...She had given up on making friends so long ago, she couldn't even remember any of thier names...for years and years she had sat in this tower, hoping one day to recieve the sweet release of death...
"You will never die" the merchant potion seller had said.. "Take this potion and you will never die! Think of how wonderful that will be!" She had taken it then...at the tender age of twenty...thinking it was a load of tripe...
"Now look at yourself..." She whispered, her voice nothing more than a screeching, worn out croak. "Five hundred years of life..." She looked at her hand, seeing her wedding ring still dazzling in it's white gold shine on her thin bone of a finger. She stared at it and remembered him. Remembered watching him die...remembered seeing the life leave his eyes...
She had tried to die after that, but she always woke up the next morning. She had stabbed herself...posioned herself...shot herself...hung herself, but everymorning woke up on the same pillow...in the same lonely position in the world...forever cursed to walk the earth alone...forever cursed to wait around and watch her friends die...forever cursed to sit in this tower, watching herself fade away...forever missing the true feeling of a beating heart, which had given away hundreds of years ago...tears couldn't even fall for her tear ducts were dry. "Oh..God..." She whispered..."Please deliver me..."
She had chosen this life. She had taken the vile, thinking it would be interesting to be invincible. Now...she was doomed for eternity. Her eyes then closed, and she clutched her chest, hoping to drift to sleep, never to wake up...hoping...praying...hoping.....dreaming...