The outer world has no hold on the times of the ocean as the sea breeze ebbs and flows to its own rhythm. No conscious, no warmth to be offered in the crystal clear waters. It is a welcome emptiness that is seen before one's self. A matter of life, death, and eternal immortality. All the things sacred and true for the ignorant and greedy hold no meaning for the empty and self-aware. There is no need for things of love and value when darkness is the only ending one will reach. What hopes can a damned soul hold when all that is for certain, is darkness? Why hope for a bright love to wipe away all hate when that is what keeps the soul burning bright?
She sits high, astride the railing of life and death, and she is beautiful. The short wisps of hair left on the dark skin of her head move with the hollow wind that comes from the abyss that is sweet death. She wishes for nothing more than to lean into the darkness she craves. But there are threads, worn and tattered but holding, keeping her from pushing off from the gross world that has offered no comfort, so she stays sitting waiting for her fate to be decided for her. And it is.
When she wakes she is broken, in more ways than one, and she wishes for nothing more than that her fate had been death. But a voice, fragile and small in her head, brings her further into consciousness. The women have left her, alone in the dark of an alleyway in the middle of a town worse than Hell. Her clothes are torn more than her skin but it doesn't matter, everything is covered in blood, and dirt, and spit. All her possessions have been stripped from her person, thrown to the edges of the alley. There are people who pass by, but they take no time to stop and help a freak. In this town, she is the monster and her attackers are the righteous vigilantes.
But one beautiful light breaks through the dark. Almost too bright for her eyes, leaving her blinded for a moment, then her vision clears and there is an angel. He shows no disgust when he sees her. Shows no sign of terror or horror when he sees what has caused her to be left in such a condition. Just lifts her from the ground that is now soaked with her blood and the tears she didn't know were there, and places her into his car.
Once she's in he assures her that he's going to get him help. It hurts just as much as the beating did. To be mistaken for what she's not. Told she is something she hasn't been, or ever been to herself, in years.
When they arrive at the hospital, they refuse her, much to the man's displeasure and confusion. They don't explain just tell him to get her out of there and to not return if he's going to associate with a monster as her.
He refuses to leave her alone, much to everyone's charging so he takes her home. He seems to be a doctor who is taking a trip back to see his family. Luckily he learned from his run in at the hospital and gets the first-aid kit from the front desk before taking her into his room, where he puts her in the shower and leaves to let her bathe. While she's in he asks her name, but she says nothing. Can't say anything, her ribs must be broken again. That or her lungs has been punctured and that's why her heart hurt every time he looked at her.
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