- Chapter 8 -

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The air was cold and passed sharply by her ears.
The wind blew through her wet, tattered clothes and the cold ran through her whole body.
In disbelief, she screamed in pain and gasped for air.
Her face was covered by her disheveled, sticky hair and the blood on her hands and legs ran steadily down, never ending.
She held her head. Everything around her was loud, crisp, scratchy and suffocating. There were flashes, lights and flashes.
People were screaming, muffled explosions in her left ear, loud gurgling in her right ear.
Through her tattered clothes you could see her bloody and bruised back.
She screamed again, as loud as she could, shakily looking for help.

-But no one came to save her.
No one came to calm her down.
No one came to take her in their arms.

No one came to give her back what she had lost.

She stood with her bare feet in a large, dirty pool of blood and bowed her head.
'Can she speak? Can she see me? Can she turn around?'
Her entire body began to shake and sway erratically until she could no longer stand on her feet and fell to the ground.
'Hey, what's going on? I can help you! Look at me and talk to me!'
No response.
'I'll save you! Tell me how I can save you! Tell me!!!'

Her muscles twitched.
'Yes, can you hear me?
The pool of blood where she lay was making waves.
She took a deep breath and stood up.
'I am here! Tell me how I can help you!!!'
Every one of her bones could be heard cracking and blood dripped down her clothes as she turned her head and made direct eye contact.
Her green, brown pupils were wide open and bloodshot. Her face contorted in pain and her mouth filled with blood.

"They're coming."

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