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 Anger boiled low in Andie's stomach. It burned her insides, clawing at whatever was left. Or maybe it was just hunger. She didn't remember the last decent meal she ate.

Radio static purred inside her ears, growing louder and louder as the seconds passed. She knew how it all went. Her ears would roar until she could no longer stand it. The roaring sea would quite then begin again.

It had been exactly 3 years since the sea did not roar. It had only hummed back then. 1,095 days. 1,095 days since she had seen someone who wasn't trying to kill her.

She could hear them, the people who worked at the raft. Well, that was when her ears didn't roar. They whispered about her. "Murderer," they called her. "Insane." "Deranged."

They were wrong. Well, at least about the last two. She had only hurt them because they killed her. Figurality, that is. They killed the part of her that trusted, the part of her that didn't run and hide in the depths of darkness.

Oh, how she missed the darkness. It would swim around her, never doing any harm. It would comfort her when she felt like falling.

It has been too long since she last felt such safety and comfort within her own body.

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