Alone she lays on the cold, damp floor. She is crying quietly, unable to move or to even think. Her mind and body is bruised and abused. Covered in cuts and wounds, she is covered in a mix of dirt and blood. Deep down she is begging for her end to come. No will to live, no will to die. She is stuck in a state of limbo, drifting in and out of being aware. One second she felt of the rope burn on her wrists and the next the string from the whips on her back. She went back to floating in darkness, the silence and the stillness did not scare her. It gave her comfort to not to feel, not to think. The pain in her stomach made her come back to reality and finally scream a long and shrill sound that echoed, reminding her she was alone. Her body began to contract and move, causing her to throw up and spit out her own blood and acidic water from her stomach. She began to whimper and cry because the pain. The darkness again overwhelmed her, taking away the pain and forming a wall around her. She almost felt safe. This time the darkness began to speak to her, though she couldn't understand it but she began to feel something new inside of her. She buried it deep, so no one could reach it. She had always buried everything, some better than others. Perhaps she was burying herself in the darkness, hiding herself from the pain and the world. She let out a sigh and then intook all the darkness she could fit into her lungs and then into her heart and finally her mind. She felt no pain, felt no care for the world. She knew what she became.She was the darkness.
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