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A single tear track falls down her face. Past her nose, over her red lips and down. Down until it hits the floor that she is lying on. Another tear follows the same track as sobs wrack her fragile frame. Her face is hidden behind a layer of soft, brown curls that usually bounce with life but are now hanging, limp and damp with her tears. Beneath the curls, her eyes are blurred. Her body trembles as more tears spill onto the dusty ground. She stays like this for many minutes, unable to stem the flow of tears that continually cascade down her soft cheeks and pool on the floor. Eventually she wipes her dust streaked face. Her cheeks now stained with dirt and tears. Her eyes, so dark, so unlike her usual sparkle. She gathers her torn fragments of clothing around her, finding comfort in the dark material. Her movements, as she rises, are graceful though stiff from lack of use. She stands uncertainly, as though a gentle breeze would knock her down upon the dirt. Her scantily clad figure shudders in the cold of her prison. Her eyes search frantically for some way out, an exit, an escape, but she finds none and soon, so soon, he will return. Treat her like he always does. Leave her to mend her broken heart and mind once again. How often she wishes for freedom or if freedom be denied, that she would slip into blissful insanity or death. How often she has wished for someone to hear her screams, her pleas for help, her tears. But no-one ever does and no-one ever will. She sinks back down to the ground, tears once again welling in her eyes. Her strength is gone. The girl that everyone thought was so strong, has crumbled.
What do you think? I know it's deathly short but i was just wondering if i should make some sort of story stemming from it...
Any reviews welcome...