Awakening was the best way to put it after opening your eyes from a long period of sleep. Fifteen years to be precise. After an odd cracking she rolled forward onto her back, mouth open and eyes in a daze. They glowed a vibrant red, scanning her surroundings curiously. Feeling the warm sensation known as the tongue hanging out of her mouth she used it to run over her plump lips. The bare female patched in thick slime, silver threads and long lively locks of hair breathed the air that roamed in the enclosed room. At the moment she was most interested by the cocoon she had come out of.
With a slight noise of pleasure escaping her throat she rolled onto her stomach and got on her knees to gaze upon the emptied shell. An odd smile spread over her face leaving her eyes illuminating all that was dark in the small room. Feeling a familiar tingle at her body she shivered. She was cold? Was that the right word? Yes but-how did she know this word? How did she know any?
Rising in a wobbly fashion to her feet she felt for the wall and used it to balance. That hum…the hum she always heard at this time…she had to find it for today it had not been there. Tiptoeing along the wall she searched for an opening. Having noticed she went around the enclosed area a third time now she felt an oddly familiar discomfort. What she wanted she could not get to and this made her tremble with an obvious negative sensation. Her lovely smile uncurled down to a mild frown as a vein pulsed out of her forehead with irritation.
The girl felt an uneasy rush of adrenaline. She felt an impulse to destroy. There was no target and there was nothing her mind totally registered in her presence. Letting out a yell of frustration from this early awakening, she slammed her petite but powerful fists into the remains of her shell.
It exploded into smaller bits with every blow from the angered girls merciless fists and showered over the dark room like hail that pelted annoyingly at her back leading her to another but more ear-piercing screech of not only anger but also yearning. There was a word…. yes there was and she remembered it…. Alone.