Chord of Psyche

The Message in the Mist

In the dark corner of a ally slightly illuminated by the multitude of neon signs splashed up and down the sides of the towering buildings laid a girl bruised and battered curled up against the side of a dumpster. If anyone who would pass, not that they would be walking in this part of town this late, would see the girl and believe she to be dead; However if one looked closely enough they would see a slight movement in her chest indicating that she was still breathing, for now. 

The girl stirred for a few seconds before she slowly pushed herself up off the ground and leaned against the dumpster. Picking up her boney hand, she covered her right rib with a noticeable grimace of pain. The girl sitting there for a few seconds longer to gather her strength tried to stand up only to stumble and land back on her behind. Again she tried despite the noticeable pain she was in, but this time she was able to stand up with the help of the dumpster's rim. Walking around the dumpster the girl limps down the ally in the direction of the bright neon lights that filled the ally. 

She kept walking till she reached the end of the ally hitting a dead end blocked off by a large concrete wall; However, out of sight laid against the wall, lays a stairway leading to a single metal door. The girl slowly limps down the stairs holding her hand against the wall so that she doesn't fall. Reaching the door she reaches into her pocket and fumbles around for a second till she pulls out a key. She slowly puts the key in the door and slowly opened it, walking inside she closed the door and looked at her very humble home filled with the slight smell of damp mold. 

"I'm Home." Says the girl to no one but the bugs that live in the walls. She walks into a room with a slightly broken door on the side of the short hallway to the main room, more like the only room really. The room contained an off white wallpaper, broken tile, a toilet that has a unpleasant smell to it, a shower with slight mold around the rim, a sink with a chipped edge, and a mirror with cracks running through it. The girl turns on the the sink and with a slight groan the pipes took a few seconds before it started to spitter out water. She started to wash the dirt and grime that covered her face from laying on the ground for too long. After she washed what she could off with just water she looked into the slightly broken mirror.

In the mirror a girl with short brown shoulder length hair with bangs that covered the topside of her deep set back amber eyes that had large slight purple bags under them from a severe lack of sleep. She appeared to be slightly malnourished and paler than what should be healthily. A large bruise covered the left side of her jaw. Looking at herself all the girl had to say is "You've had worse Marcy."

After turning off the water, Marcy walked out of the bathroom and down the short hallway to the bedroom/kitchen/pretty much everything room. the room also colored in the same off white wallpaper of the bathroom and in the corner of the room one could see slight growths of mold. On the right side of the room there was mattress with dark black sheets which seemed to be the only clean thing in the room, but maybe that was just because it wasn't white. On the left there was a small stove, a mini-fridge, and trash can. The floor was hard concrete floor that left no room for comfort. 

Marcy walking over to the mattress hovered over it for a few seconds and then fell on it having passed out.

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Marcy felt like she was falling for minutes until she hit the surface of what she thought was water with the same amount of resistance as, or what felt like it, but she wasn't wet and felt as if she was no longer falling but floating instead. One may ask what the difference is physically very little, it was more of an intuition than anything. Marcy felt like she was falling for an long time until she suddenly hit the ground, but instead of hitting it like an egg and breaking apart she just bounce a few time till she came to a stop.