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This is just something I dreamt up in manga form (another journey in meh mind mrgreen ) Visullize.....

There in a small,dark,dust filled house lays a young girl from another world.
The dust stained,cracked slightly windows let tiny streams of early morning light pierce through the dark room.
The room is layered in thin,dirty straw everywhere.
The girl is laying on the hard,dirty,straw-covered,cracked floor.
She wears a dirty cream colored dress,which is torn badly.
She moves slightly. Then again.
The girl hoists her head only a few inches from the ground.
Her arms are cut and bleeding slightly,she's cover in dirt smugges.
As she rises,dirty puss and blood covered bandages fall from her wrapped face,onto her bleek shoulders.
She studders to retrieve the long goze bandages from her face,trying to avoid them falling from off.
She holds them up,but then quickly clenches her face from an invisible adiuence(so she thinks).
Only her one left eye shows as she jerks her head around to see.
Long pieces of straw fall off from her as she moves.
She blinks her one left,uncovered eye,and stares at her ugly,flesh-rippen,bloody hands,which looked almost deformed at this point.
She looks up at the tiny lights coming through the dirtsmeared window.Though it was a wonder you could see anything through it.
She clenches the ground as though it was gonna slip out from under her.As she grasps to get up.
Her attempts at getting up were looking pretty bad right now,cause she kept slipping on straw to get up.
Dust,dirt and straw flew around her like a swirling breeze,everytime she fell.
She finally clamered to the wall,leaning on it for support,as she slowly made her way to the door.
As she skuttled across the wall,she left behind smeared blood,or what was left,from her ugly fleshy hands.
She couldn't breathe in this dirty room,but eventually reached the old iron door.
She clasps her hands around the knob,and pushes her whole weight against the door.
But nothing happens.So she wobbles backward,and then slams her beaten shoulder against the iron door,and until the dirt from under it slowly was forced out,and the door gave way.
The door swung out,partial help from the wind,the door bangs onto the small concrete house.
Fresh air blows around her as like a relief party.With her dirty waist-lenth brownish-blond hair flys in the wind,and across her face.
Her ugly cream-colored,bloodstained,dirt-smugged dress blowing in the wind all around her.
As dirt sweeps from out of the house,outside from the big gusts of wind,underkneath her ankles.
Her bandages that had come loose blew in the wind all around her,and parts of her bloody,and black scared face shown in the morning light.
She takes a breathe and looks around at her surroundings,before she clenches the swirling bandages in her fist.
She was not home,and that was for sure....

What do you think?!