TAKE MY HAND, FORE I CANNOT GO ON WITHOUT YOU
The sweltering heat tore through the dark room, the barren floors covered in dust and grime. Not a single part of this surface was clean to the touch, left undone for so long that no one knew why. A single window held what light could shine past the years of dirt and slime; the room remained dark, as if meant to be that way, bringing the nocturnal night to a poor, lonely soul. Pain tore at this fragile girl, tearing away what flesh was left of her. She doubled in pain as she fell to her side, ribs busting through the skin tight shell. Six months she'd come to live in this hole, condemning herself to a life of illness and repose. She battled with her demons, fighting not once at all; breaking free of the misery that was to be no more.
She remembered as she came home that fateful day; the diagnosis of her disease a shot to the heart. She was dying, her heart falling apart; leaving her poor soul in disrepair and disgust. She had but mere months to say her goodbyes, disgust filling her mother's eyes. Hatred hung in those hazel hues, being forced to pack her things and being dragged to the attic to live. She was a prisoner now, bound to die with no demise.
Oh how she screamed and banged her fists on the door; pleading, begging to be set free. And that night her father came to be, telling her to keep quiet or bare his fierce anger. He would beat this illness out of her, a switch to the back, and a whip to the face. Only then did she realize they thought her possessed, a prisoner in her very own home!
She cried into the night, careful not to be heard. She lied on the floor after clearing out a spot. For the first few weeks did they feed her some grub, but her heart was failing, stopping too fast. Slowly as the days went by her body began to break down, refusing to move after a period of time. It had been cold those last few months, but she survived as spring turned to summer. For nearly a year she'd been trapped in that room when the pain began to attack her body and soul.
Weeks went by and she lied there wanting to die. Images of death no longer scared her; she welcomed them with open arms. No one knew that she was here; no one would miss her lonely soul. And as the summer progressed did she peer into a broken mirror, looking at the reflection that was her own. She finally came to terms with her fate, and the agonizing pain that burned deep inside her. This misery had to come to an end; to erase it completely from her mind. Yet a part of her wanted to live, to make her parents pay and to live her life to the fullest knowing what had been done to her.
In two days she would turn thirty; tears fell from her green eyes as she realized all the time that had slipped away. The agony was unbearable, the loneliness too hard; realizing that no one cared for her, not any more. She had been cast aside and forgotten left to die and nothing would take this pain away, nothing but the end of a life. She finally closed her eyes and knew then that she was finally free.