Desperately and hopelessly she tries to reach a corner of the room. . .it's almost as if it's a mile away.
As she keeps dragging her self across the room her weak fragile knees felt as though with every inch they were deteriorating. . .as though they were breaking into millions of pieces. . .halfway to her destination she passes out on the floor.
Now awake she sits up observing her broken down body, bruises, cuts, and coagulated blood.
Tears. . .there was no need for tears anymore. . .her tears were like raindrops in the desert. . .they came and just as they fell were gone.
She looks around . . .the walls. . .she feels as though they're closing in. . .calling. . .
The walls start calling her name like a little tidal wave.
She covers her ears. . .go away. . .Go Away. . .GO AWAY!!
She screams over and over.
She takes her hand away. . .now the calls are soft and slow.
Abruptly the sounds stop. . .faces in the walls appear.
She shuts here eyes tight. . .she opens them. . .they're gone. . .the aches in her knees turn to a sharp bodily pain.
She lays there. . .her face upon the ground.
The drumming. . .but no drums. . .it's not a drum at all. . .what . . .what is it.
The beat . . .the beat of her heart louder. . .louder than her own breathing.
She finally died on the last test run. . .they saw what happened. . .everything, they whispered upon themselves
What. . .what they say is true in a way you can die from being. . .INSANE.
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