• Desperate for the arms that once held me so tight, the embrace that makes me feel so safe.
    Hanging by the little hope, that maybe for once in my life, I could say something or do something right and it would all be perfect again like it should be.
    Such a strong, young, vibrant woman with so much promise.
    Now nothing but a shadow in the darkness.
    A bloody, horrifying shadow that never smiles.
    A bloody, horrifying shadow that never once stops thinking of how she was tortured.
    That warm perfect day...oh I can remember it so well.
    That warm perfect day when in seconds, my world changed forever.
    That warm perfect day when the heart she wore on her sleeve for only him, was destroyed by him.
    All the months it took to tear down the walls she had built around her heart, all the kisses, the loving embraces, the tears shed as piece by piece, he took the time and put the effort into getting her to believe he loved her.
    Only to be thrown back in the place from which he lured her out of.
    The never ending land of darkness where the lost and broken souls wander.
    Begging him to not leave her as the shadows began to drag her back.
    Her screams of horror and loss silent to his ears.
    She has nothing but the pain he left in her heart, body, mind and soul to hold on to.
    Hands reach out for him, only grasping at air.
    Sillently somewhere amongest the constant screams of not only her but The Others, she gave in o the dark.
    Letting the shadows drag her without struggle, without fighting.
    She had had enough of the pain, enough of people shying away from her.
    Even The Other lost and tortured souls shied away from her now.
    They were still fighting.
    She was giving in.
    Her face was scratched and soaked with blood, her lips lightly pressed together as she sighed softly...drifting into a relentless sleep as the Enternity of dragging began.