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The confines of her living space closed in around her as the shadows emerged and intermingled into complete darkness. The dim light that came in from the windows disappeared completely and she shuddered at the intense cold that seemed to suddenly overtake her entire body. The few pieces of furniture in the room vanished instantly before her eyes and she was left in what she could only describe as a small dark box. The only thing that she could hear was that loud chiming

of a clock that she wasn't entirely sure was there in the first place. The sound pounded in her ears until there was nothing else. She covered her ears with her hands, trying to drown the deafening sound out, only finding that this resulted in only amplifying the sound to the pint that it was unbearable.



She ran, looking for a window, a door, anything that would let her escape from her prison, any solid chance. She collapsed onto walls, stumbling around, praying for the first time in as long as she could remember. The rapid beating of her heart rivaled the screeching clock, seeingly furious at her for her fear, and yet dutifully expressing it. The chiming stopped instantly, leaving only her own heartbeat, which also slowly died diwn. There was no way out, she realized, letting her breathing steady, releasing small clouds of cold steam from her mouth. She had never been so cold, she realized, feeling as if she had thrown herself into a pool of deep, icy water. It filled her lungs, making her choke and sputter, forcing herself to breathe out.



Feeling for the solidness of a wall, she found a corner and sat in the darkness, her perception limited and leaving her with no clue what lay before her.



"You're afraid, aren't you?" came a voice from her right side, whispering into her ear. She thrust her hands out towards the sound to push the person away and found nothing but found nothing but air.



She screamed at the sudden pulling of her hair on her left side as the voice screamed

"You are afraid, aren't you. There's no one to save you, and your afraid. What will you do now?"

The voice screeched with laughter and she realized that the voice was her own. She began to cry, terrified beyond any measure she had been before.

The voice came from everywhere.



"And now your crying...poor dearie, I have something that will make you feel better."



The was complete silence again and she brought her knees up to her face, burying her head and covering it with her arms, rocking back and forth. She felt herself choking on her own tears and listened, fearing what was to come next. There was nothing, no sounds at all. Maybe it was over, she thought to herself. She simply had to calm down and wait it out. She let out a breath that she until then had not realized she was holding, and sighed with relief. Maybe she wasn't crazy.



A screeching sound suddenly came from overhead and filled her ears with a new-found furiousity. She hid further within her arms and heard a new sound, that of metal slashing against the walls. She screamed, losing her sanity completely as as the cold metal impacted with her arms.It pierced her, making deep crevices and drawing blood that she couldn't see. The blood began as a trickle and eventually flowed faster until it was a steady stream. She cried harder.



"I know why your crying, you know that your all alone, you have no one. Everyone hater you. They just use you as a toy and throw you away. None of them have ever cared about you. They laugh at you, they're still laughing at you. They wish you were dead." The voice screeched and flew overhead and then to the girls feet, suddenly gentler. She could feel her hair being brushed away and her tears being wiped away. Nothing made any sense. She shoved her feet forward at the bodyless voice and screamed. It's not true, it's just not true, was all she could think.



"You don't think it's true? Don't lie to yourself. They hate you. Look at your boyfriend. He broke up with you and said you had nothing in common. Do you believe that? No? He did it because your not good enough. You'll never be good enough, they don't like you. No one loves you, they never have. They want you dead!"



"It's not true" she screamed, feeling her resistance fail even as she sat, listening to a voice that now seemed very real. "It's not true..." she said more quietly. The voice softened once more.



"Yes it is, you knowit. But I can help you, I can. I can help you get away from all of it...I can help you" she soothed "I can help you...escape."



She looked up as the last word was spoken. She wanted to escape, yes, she did. The voice was trying to help her. The tears finally stopped as she wiped them away a final time.



"Do you want me to help you, do you want to escape?"



She smiled. She could escape. The room didn't seem so dark already. All she had to do was ask.



"Yes", she said with a smile "please help me escape this place."



The silver blade appeared in her hand.

"Just cut" the voice said, "let the blood flow, let it drain from you, then you will escape.



She did, once, twice, then three times, not feeling any pain. The voice disappeared slowly and she muttered with her last breath "escape".



The darkness enfolded her once again.