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TWO. HOW MUCH OF MY MOTHER HAS MY MOTHER LEFT IN ME?
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Daphne's mouth is full of blood and Lacy's hands are broken and bloody. Kayla's throat is raw and torn and Hannah's eyes are wet with tears, streaks of blood are splattered on her face. They're all crazy, they're all hungry and broken. It was a test of their sanity, of how long they could go without breaking. This was their breaking point. He pushed them to their limits. Kayla screams again, the sound echoing off of the solid stone walls. "What did you do?" She yells at Hannah, getting her face but all Hannah can do was stand there, a bloody hammer held tightly in her now shaking hand. "What did you do?" She yells again, this time while crying.
Lacy's kneeled on the hard ground, two bloody stains on the wall the size of her fists from constantly banging on the stone, trying to get out. Her knuckles are busted open, blood dripping down her hands. She suddenly feels like the room is on fire, that she's slowly choking on smoke. It hurts to breathe. When she inhales, her chest burns. Her eyes burn. Kayla's screaming cries are like needles stabbing her ears. Hannah can't move. It's like she's paralyzed. They knew this was coming. It had to happen. None of them had a choose. But now that it's happened, it's like the nightmare they're trapped in is more real. Lacy exhales a painful breathe and she chokes back vomit as she stares at Daphne, a pool of blood surrounding her head and blood pouring from her eyes all the way down to her mouth, her lips parted, and the liquid fills up until it's leaking from both sides of her mouth.
Lacy jolted awake with a loud gasp, her heart beating a million miles a second. Sweat coated her skin and the back of her neck, her long hair thrown up on her head. She brought her hands to her face, feeling her skin to know that she's back in reality. Her skin was hot. She's learned how to not scream so she won't wake up her father. Lacy sighed and touched her forehead again. "You're not there. You're at home. You're in your bed." She said to herself. She glanced to the side at her bedside table, the alarm clock reading 2:30 am. Lacy sighed again. "Jesus."
It's been the same routine since she was found. Nightmare after nightmare after nightmare. She couldn't control them. She couldn't stop thinking about them. They took over her life at this point. Lacy got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The first thing she saw when she turned on the light was the faded scars around her mouth. They were flesh colored now but they were still visible. She brought her hand up and touched one of them at the top, flinching in the process. Lacy leaned down, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face.
