And then there were none left.

One by one, they began to disappear. I didn't notice at first because I was young and was surrounded by an over-abundance. Over the years they dwindled and little by little, it became more noticeable. The voices, the laughter, even simple touch. Gone. I reached out for the ghosts, to feel anything, but my hands always came away empty. The memories from before began to fade, leaving melancholy in their wake. The sun retreated behind its walls of grey, taking all color with it. I wanted to scream, hoping for an echo to keep me company, but the sound wouldn't come. Was this a punishment? What had I done? Questions that no one was around to answer. Eventually I stopped asking. I began to accept that I deserved this. I stopped moving. Every direction was the same endless nothing and all I could do was stare off into it. My thoughts began to match my surroundings until my mind had become blank and I had finally lost myself.