Sitting in solitude, she dug her fingers into the flesh of her thighs. With pain and the faint trickling of blood, she was again reasurred of existence.
Existence, being, living, what the fuck is all this bullshit she thinks with disgust.
all i have is here, all i have is now the void of light and stimulus draws her mad.
all i have is nothing! her unvoiced thoughts echo in the emptiness of complete darkness.
have is…is nothing…is nothing..nothing…nothing She screams outloud to drown out her own voice in her mind. The words explode out of her in a hoarse jumble of gutteral sobs and tears.
Her audible screams reverberate in the pitch tomb, joing the taunting chorus already in her head. She flings herself backwards into the wall of hard earth, screams again, her voice geting stronger.
Then distant footfalls silence her, she grabs her mouth, trying to force the sounds back inside her, terrified if HE is back. Terrified if HE heard her.