Prologue

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Darya

No-one listens. Until you shout, scream and yell but still, no-one hears your pleads to be helped. In reality it is because you are a no-one in the world. A stranger on the street you pass by. Without a smile, but a grimace it grips you, holds you down until you're drowning and you try to yell. Until eventually, when the tides pull you in, deep as the current propels you down, overcome by monachopsis. Down into the darkness, but your use to it, because of the darkness in your head. Now this time you have been conditioned so you dont scream for help. You close your eyes.

You shout, scream and yell until the story spirals, like a thread of yarn. Unwinding down the staircase.
Step.
By.
Step.

Until the yarn is gone.

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