Querencia | Rosalie Hale

Chapter III

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Only darkness.

                         It imprisons her.

As soon as she woke up she began to choke on something round and metallic. Sophia attempted to raise her hand to grasp at whatever was in her mouth but all movement is constricted, she was being held in a small wooden box.

What on earth happened to me? Did I not just die?

She turned her head and spat out the coin, before thrashing and screaming to get out. 

Sophia attempted to breathe the hot sticky air yet her lungs fail her again and again. She screamed as loud as humanly possible but her voice was so quiet that no one would ever hear the plea for salvation.

"Someone, help me. Please help. Please." She sobbed.

Her life flashed before her eyes before the Eternal Darkness imprisoned her once more.

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This time she woke up and immediately began to choke. No air. Nothing.

She struggled in her pitiful state. Her legs thrashed against the casket as she struggled to survive. She attempted to scream again but nothing happened. 

It was like a repeating nightmare. No matter what she does she always died.

It happened again and again.

She was so tired yet she doesn't dream.

she doesn't sleep.

She was so fucking hungry.

She could see the bones through her skin. 

She just kept blacking out. Each time more torturous than the last.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

She opened her eyes to see bloody claw marks, her fingernails were reduced to nothing. 

When did that happen?

I'm tired.

So damned tired.

I can't fight this.

I'm all alone.

Alone forever.