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Deep away from the cities, tucked away, a facility with lights darkened. The front doors were broken off the hinges. It smelt of chemicals inside, the ground was slick in places with blood. In the bowels of facility, deep in a room, a figure crouched in the corner. Her breathing was labored and her spirit drained. She looked like death itself. Her bangs covered her scared eyes. Her eyes were pierced in multiple places. All to cover her was hospital gown and a small blanket.
Darkness, that is what surrounded her, darkness and despair. Though that wasn't the major problem, it was the feeling of loneliness. She couldn't escape, the door was locked and the windows were made of high grade of plastic, she couldn't break it. She was curled up in a corner, her eyes stained red, she couldn't cry anymore. She was weak, her body was dying, she was dying.
She lied down for what she thought was the last time. She felt so weak, death drew closer by the second. Her heart slowly as she accept, what she thought is her last moment. Though something in her mind called out loudly, HELP ME!
Darkness, that is what surrounded her, darkness and despair. Though that wasn't the major problem, it was the feeling of loneliness. She couldn't escape, the door was locked and the windows were made of high grade of plastic, she couldn't break it. She was curled up in a corner, her eyes stained red, she couldn't cry anymore. She was weak, her body was dying, she was dying.
She lied down for what she thought was the last time. She felt so weak, death drew closer by the second. Her heart slowly as she accept, what she thought is her last moment. Though something in her mind called out loudly, HELP ME!