"Drip....Drip....Drip......"
Once more Blade sat there in that hard wood chair. Once more her body grew pained and finally numb from lack of movement. Once more there was that steady dripping. The place was inky black now. Not a light shined within, nor did a light escape the heavy curtains of black. Everything was Black. Everything was silent except for the drip...drip...dripping. It filled her whole world just as it had so long ago. It kept the nightmare voices away like it had the nightmares of so long ago. She was frozen in time. Trapped between the past and the present.
It had been a rough week. She couldn't remember the most of it, but if it hadn't of been hard she wouldn't have been here for the past, was it four now, days... She couldn't remember much of anything or anyone actually. The voices sent her thoughts and memories scattering like leafs before a brutal wind. Every now and then she could grasp one, If she tried very hard, and force herself to remember for a split second. But then the pain would hit with the voices trying to break her and she would scream and scream and scream. Finally she stopped trying to remember and concentrated on the dripping.
'Betrayed...Sold...Betrayed by master..'
Betrayed...Blade was betrayed. Poor little street trash. No one wants you around. They all left... All alone. So very alone. But we are with you now. Relax and let us take over. Comfort you. Hide you from the world....
Noooo...Stop...please......
'Lies..betrayed..he hides..sold..hatred..leave..hatred..destroy the betrayer.'
NOOOOOO!!!!!! Please gods. Make it stop... Make the voices go... Please don't let them hurt her anymore. Her feeble attempts to block the thoughts where quite laughable at the moment. He had her... She knew it and so did he... The one who started the voices....
'Death to the betrayer...no mercy...lies...sold...kill..he doesn't care..'
None of them care. None of them want you. But we do. We want you and we'll love you. We'll never hurt our dear little...
NO! Don't say it... Please don't... Never say that name....never....never....
'He sold you for another slave..replaced..betrayed..you have fallen from grace...tossed aside for another..'
They all are better then you. We told you that so many times.. Why don't you listen to us? We know. You've been through this before little....
NOOO!!!!!! Don't...please don't say it.......
Ewa....Sana.....Krishna.......
Noooo......And her mind retreated....fled from the pain...the horror... Fled back into the past. Fled back to the drip...drip...drip... Fled from the truth of the.....
Life of light and dark...
She could smell the mold and decay of the room around her. She could taste the fetid muck of the cell's air. If she just reached out she could touch a hand to the wall and feel it's slimy coating beneath her tiny fingers. If she dug at it she'd get to that dirt covered wall. The dirt crumbled and puffed the dust of death and decomposition in the already grimy air. She could dig for hours, days, weeks... And never get past all the dirt...all the dead blood that caked the walls. But she had months, years to dig. And she reached the wall. The true wall. The last barrier.
But what a barrier it was. It had been naught but a simple cement wall covered with vines. Simple to break through if one had the time a patients. Blade had both. Yet this wall couldn't be breached by her. The vines held barbs. And the barbs where metal. Time and again she was cut only to fall back screaming and scramble for the steady trickle of brackish water. Time and again she passed out to let the fever ravage her frail body. And every time she woke all the digging marks where gone. Was it truly an illusion? For when she dug the last time she found the wall to be made of metal embedded in rock.....and the dirt that had covered it was hardly any at all.
Bitter tears were spent that day as hope was shattered and the girl was forced to bide her time once more. She waited for a death that wouldn't ever come here no matter what state the cell or she had gotten in. Nothing came here. Not a mouse. Not a spider. Not even a louse. Nothing came and nothing went day in and day out with the exception of food once in a great while. All that filled the room was the steady drip....drip...drip.....
The inn was black, The girl was lost. Her mind fought itself for control. The voices roared and the walls trembled. Every now and then aqua light weakly rippled over her form. Seeming too bright in the blackened room. Every now and then the tears would spill in mockery of the dripping water. Every now and then she screamed a piercing call, so forlorn and lost.
When would peace come again? When would her mind became whole again? Hold on...just a little longer.... It had to stop soon... Not one thing can go on forever. The torment had to end.... Hair line cracks crept over her sanity and her eyes like spider webs... As if one good tap would shatter the whole thing completely.....Just, Hold....on.......
Drip...Drip....Drip.............