Broken

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It was strange.

The trance Sophie was stuck in.

She felt aware, her conscious could hear the outside world.

But she couldn't move.

Couldn't speak.

Couldn't breathe.

She should have suffocated from lack of oxygen.

But it was like her body was shutting down.

Yet her conscious remained.

And every sense besides sight.

She was blind.

Or the world was pitch black.

The abyss was cold.

Freezing in fact.

It felt like she was in a dark pool of ice water.

She was in a strong grip, she felt.

She didn't know...

Who did it belong to?

Every time she tried to think of something, her conscious felt like it was shredding more and more.

'It' (whatever 'it' was) was tearing at her conscious, slicing more and more of it off every second, with a searing and sharp pain.

But she couldn't scream.

Nothing would work.

It was just her and her headspace.

"SOPHIE!"
A deep voice rang in her ears.

It sounded familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on who it could've been.

Someone shook her and grabbed her hand, extending it forward. Warm tears trickled down her wrists.

But they weren't hers.

"Sophie..."
The voice croaked again, this time sounding more distant and a bit more like an echo.

Who did it belong to?

Who was it?

Now that she thought of it...

Who was she?

What is she?

Something rested on the tongue of her head.

A thought.

It knew who she was- if she was a she.

But it wouldn't open.

It wouldn't unlock.

Hope faded from her mind.

But suddenly, something flashed in her mind.

It was faded and imperfect, but it was something.

A boy...
A boy with ice blue eyes and messy, blonde hair.

Who was he?

He felt significant.

Something else appeared...
Two people.
A woman with fiery orange hair and turquoise eyes, and a man with blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

They were important.
She knew it.
But she didn't know what they meant.

It was as if her conscious wasn't letting her slip away.

A thick barrier had been subconsciously put up around it, protecting it. The barrier was getting sliced thinner and thinner with every knife stroke, but every time it got very close to nothing, with great effort it rebuilt itself.

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