When Here

         She was full of pain-
                   -(painburningstabbingrippingtearingbloodpain)-
         -and she had been running and-
                   -(please don't let the monsters get me, pleasedon'tletthemonstersgetme) -
         -she had been getting away-
                   -(she was sure, SURE, but WHY was there STABBING) -
         -slowly, but surely. Her footsteps had splashed in the water at the bottom of the corridor-
                   -(it was wet, but the burning, makeitstopmakeitstopmakeit MAKE IT) -
         -but now her feet were not moving. She was stuck, a prisoner-
                   -(in her own mind, alone with the tearing, alone in this world where everything was washed red) -
         -unable to escape. She struggled, struggled until-
                   -(the blood. Redslicksweetbitterlifeflowing FLOWING down) -
         -she gave up, letting sharp needles of pain stab her body. She lets her body go limp and-
                   -(i'mnotherei'mnothere, please god, don'tletmebehere) -
         -something that might have been a whimper curls pathetically from her throat. Dazedly, she realizes that-
                   -(she's dying, she's really dying! Or, is she already dead) -
         -she still isn't sure-
                   -(whywhenwhatWHYHER) -
         -how this happened. She doesn't dwell on it long because she has to fight it-
                   -(but won't. they knew. Knew she nevernevernever) -
         -but she doesn't know what she's fighting and she thinks-
                   -(it was really a lost cause anyway) -
         -that she knows what it's like to be truly alone. And,-
                   -(she's knows it's sick that she wants this)-
         -she lets the lights go out.
                   (Forever.)