I surfaced.
The gasp was audible, probably heard from the room across from her. No one stirred, for they were used to her spontaneous behaviors; they took it as just another one of her moments in which she would silently take care of her aches and bruises. But this one had resurfaced, one which she was certain was buried deep down into the abyss that was her heart, snuggled into nothingness; so that she could live her life without glancing back at the past that was regretfully hers. Her eyes widened with the most sympathetic pain that eyes could hold, pools of sorrow opening and realizing the truth or her situation, spreading all over her like a mad disease, determined to kill and to devour. Her heart was in chains, lagging, beating furiously to try and escape this infection which was going to claim her prisoner once again, which was going to make her drag herself back into the light which she was blindly living, and frankly, enjoying. She wept. No, take it back, she pleaded. Why have you come back? What have I done? The questions would never end, the voices would never cease to be resonant in her poor little head, nagging at her, trying to extinguish the fire that was her happiness. This was just her all to real nightmare, creeping up back into her world. She had dealt with it before, defeated the misery that had captivated her. But could she rekindle the strength that she had used?
She pondered, wondering if she was back in the slopes that was her pitiful self, asking herself is she really was that broken little girl wailing at her in the mirror.
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