Mayville - Part Three

The thing about corruption is you don't even feel it happening. You're pure and perfect, and then one day you look in the mirror and you notice it. You don't feel what it's done, but you see it.

Your blood has turned black in your veins, visible through your paper thin skin. Your eyes are dull and shadowed, hollow pits that stare straight into a soul of relentless pain and despair.

You don't feel the corruption. You don't feel anything. Physically, you are changing - mentally and emotionally, there is nothing. You feel nothing.

For May, corruption began with the death of her parents.

In one instant, her entire world had changed. One patch of black ice changed her childhood, and ultimately the entire path of her life. From the fairly happy, unremarkable, normal little girl she had been - to an emotionless soul inside a child's form.

That moment began her decent. Her foster father encouraged it.