Sorrow

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And so she sat there, in the cold dark cell, trapped with nothing but her words. The words echoed in her mind as the water dripped from the ceiling to the mud covered ground. Her feet were bloodied, with dry cracks in her skin. Her hands white from cold. Her mouth was bloody from chewing on it with hunger. Her hair was tangled with leaves, and her eyes...Her eyes were glossy and stained with red.

She was blind to her world, blind the atrocity she was in. All she felt was the pain, the terrible pain that had been pushed upon her in a single letter.

She knew the pain that the girl outside the door was in, she felt it in her heart. And yet, she didn't understand. She didn't understand how her prisoner could have so much pain and yet beat the words upon her so.

"You are a terrible friend!" Those words, in a single letter. "Your rudeness was the final straw!" Another set of words, lashing out at her for her flaws. "Stop trying to get my friends to abandon me!" She wasn't, she promised! She would never do such a thing! She loved the other girl like a sister, never trying to hurt her. But then, there was the last sentence that made her blood run colder than it already was. It caused her heart to stop beating and her blood to stop moving.

"I don't hate you, I just no longer love you."

Her jailer walked away, leaving the door cracked with a small slip of light. But the girl couldn't see. She was blind and trapped in her own mind, with no one but her words and her sorrow.

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