The Pencil & The Girl

"Life is like a pencil, you can be sharpened, you can correct mistakes, and you can leave a mark, but you can also be broken, blunted until there is nothing left. Here life is cruel, leaving us all struggling to escape its grasp. Its claws, curling around our neck, tighter and tighter. It squeezes, draining our soul, leaving it fractured like a shattered porcelain doll almost impossible to repair. But we have to fight, hope is our weapon. We will leave this place one day, for a new life. A better life."

Tears. Grief. Memories. They engulf her, embody her, entrance her.
Regret washing over like the long slow waves on a shallow beach.
The light triggered, her past returns, sweeping over her body, begging, screaming, wailing for her to remember. Breathing heavily, lids shutting, darkness awakening, returning after a restless sleep and then it attacks...