Aftermath

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Pain shattered through her entire existence. Crippling body and mind. Fragmenting through thought and will. Hazy eyes glanced too and fro, searching for something unknown thoughtlessly. Black once more takes hold, long quite moments of nothing. Stabbing aching awareness returns, with it confusion takes hold. Where was she again?  Why was there so much pain bleached in white?  White?  Why was there white everywhere?  Thoughts cease once more as a cloudy haze takes over, ushering in an inky abyss. Shuddering gasps bring back the white. Curiosity joins the confusion, but the pain overruns everything. Soon red comes into hazy sight. Slowly spreading, caring on and on tainting the painful white a maroon. Why?  Why was this happening?  What happened?  Thoughts slow as memories rush in. Pain, greif, rage, it all comes and goes. With it the knowledge of what happened. Resignation takes hold. Nothing can be done, the red is telling enough. Shuddering gasps tear through her being, bringing with it pain. Soon everything stills once more, thoughts cease. The black takes over once more. Will shattered entirely. The gasps slow and weaken, slowly falling silent on their frailty. Soon they grow still. Nothing is left but the drying red, and the shattered being.

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