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Be born.
Pain. Such an intense sensory and emotional torture, isn't it? Draining and depressing.
Saraïyah could feel every bit of it; she could feel the aching sensation in her heart, clawing at her insides. A wide, heavy gap in her chest; it hurt so bad that it felt as if her body had been banged up to a pulp.
The atmosphere around the room dedicated to the sea goddess was terribly dreary. Her back lay lifeless against the hard marui flooring. Her nerves were wreaking havoc to the point where layers of sweat coated her forehead, and tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.
Be born.
Her bones felt like they were on fire as she suffered and trembled. She was under the impression that millions of sharp, heated knives covered in sand were slicing through her skin and into her muscles. It hurts.
Her heart continued contracting in sheer agony and inflated under her sturdy ribs, making it difficult for her to breathe properly. The fragile spark of exhaustion ignited throughout her tensed body, warming her blood cells and sending an explicit tingle to her drained soul.
Be born...when is this going to end...
When the hell is this nightmare going to end? Just when?! In a room stained with broken petals uselessly lingering and pouring down upon her, her eyes wide open as her lumpy hand reached for invisible salvation, the distraught cries barely came out.
No great miracles exist.
Each time, her hopes are humbled.
She wasn't asking for a lot, perhaps it was too much. In a way that is both a curse and a blessing; this misery, this anguish, was eternally bound to her, and she is unable to escape them. The girl couldn't possibly do anything to prevent the vital pain that sought to tear apart her being, physically and emotionally agonizing.
She lives because she can't die. No, not yet. She has a purpose. Heck, nothing is more troublesome than having something you really want to do.
Every morning, it's terrifying to open her eyes. To breathe. To live. Afraid of the very possibility of things going out of her control, then ends up causing trouble or hurting anyone. Her family. Her friends. She walks on eggshells every day. Praying in her mind.
As time went by she was becoming more and more impatient. The pity of being on her own, she is on her own right now.
Be born...
The whole night. Having abandoned her friends at the bonfire, she has been imprisoned here ever since. Fighting for her life...literally.
