Cobwebs that once held intricate beauty now strain to keep their formation. Ominous clouds promise nothing but darkness and damp-smelling air. This cold weather comes to visit her fragile body once again, leaving bumps upon her skin and blue on her pale lips. The potent wind carries the harsh sounds of screams to her ears, which demand to be heard. Voices and violent resonances inhabit her mind and every inch of her being, clawing at her skull, trying to escape. They are bent on her destruction, and she can feel it deep within her soul. The rain starts to fall like an ocean thrown from the sky, and rain drops pierce her skin. With heavy-lidded eyes and a slack mouth, she screams.But her screams are silent and her mind unforgiving. Her breath comes short and her icy fingers curl into a fist at her sides, as if to tighten the grip on her sanity. A sudden, unexpected surge of agony consumes her and beats at her brittle bones, just like the waves that relentlessly toss themselves against the ragged rocks below. She couldn’t breathe. It felt as if someone was choking her. The hands of this thing grasp at her throat, leaving her without oxygen. A cry for help forces itself up her throat and scratches at the air. As her voice enters the silence that was like poison to her, she could breathe again. But the figure looms over her body, wanting more. It stares into her eyes and she gazes back.She feels a soul-shattering chill as she remembers the images reflected in its eyes. She stares into the dark void of memories within the windows of this monster. Suddenly, darkness surrounds her and the moon no longer pours its light on the skeletal frame she calls a body. Tension grows in her limbs and her mind replays vivid hallucinations of reality. The sound of a voice, so familiar, prevails over rational thought. Desperately wanting to escape, she runs. She runs as if there were a hurricane inside her. But she can’t outrun this monster. She comes to a wall and suddenly she is trapped– hyperventilating and trying to avoid making a sound. She claws at the enclosing walls, praying for a way out. She can’t think; her mind betrays her. Fear flows out of her every pore and desperate cries escape her mouth as it gets closer. This thing. This monster.The demon of her life. It was bent on her destruction. The air began to chill and it bites into her skin. The demonic voices she wanted to interpret as lies turned into a crackling white noise that made her body cringe. She could no longer formulate any thoughts. Suddenly, silence. Time was eroding and her gaze was robbed of emotion. Sharp silver met her smooth skin. As she is pushed into the cold, hard wall, pain sheets through her body as she absorbs the trauma and holds in the hurt. She presses her palm against the open wound as the blood seeps through her fingers. This pain seems oddly familiar, and oddly comforting. She had been here before. In this place. With this voice. With this monster. Choking on the memories, she tries to swallow the emotion that she is spitting, trying to ignore the pain, she struggles through closed eyes. The only movement is the trembling of her own body. She is disconnected from everything but the ever-present drumming of her heart.
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Staring at stained sheets and the bloody knife on the floor, she traces her previous scars with the gentlest touch. She moves her fingers around the open wounds that stand, prominent in her view. She can still feel her life being dipped in that agony of poison. Against her ghostly skin, purple welts were scattered across her limbs, and bruises stained her body. She wanted to free the tormented soul within her, but it was locked - locked in a cage deep inside her own being. Feeling the weight of her own pain and sorrow, she bitterly prays the demon will never, ever come again.