There was a dull ache as the bruises formed making a bright contrast against the previous marks lining her body. Red stained the brown sheets as the blood pooled on it over the stains already coating the sheets. The cuts would bleed for a while but the pain had dulled to an ache, it always did. The ache never went away though unless it was replaced by the sharp pain of a new cut. The window let in only a dark dusty light that filtered through the arch in between the bars. Her dress was in tatters blood stained the material that used to be a brilliant blue but had since turned a murky grey brown. She used to a pair of tights but they had long since been ripped to shreds and no longer gave her the small heat they had once offered. Her ribbon lay discarded on the floor a dark red from when she had used it to bandage a particularly bad cut. It had bled for days but now she only had a thin white scar across her body. No tears shone in her pale blue eyes and hadn't for a while. Her hair was matted with blood and was greasy from the lack of washing turning the bright blonde curls into a dark brown and red mess. The light dimmed and she shut her eyes against the already dark room. She pulled herself under the remainders of her once warm duvet and her quickly blacked out; her body exhausted from the constant pain and healing.
This room had once been a store cupboard filled with toys and wonderful books filled with wonderful stories but that had been a long time ago. When the pain had first begun her mind had supplied her with beautiful images of a family full of love. A man who loved a woman. The man had wild brown curly hair and a large smile that reflected the mischievous gleam in his bright eyes, his arm was wrapped around a smiling woman with curling brown locks that fell down her back and a beautiful grace and elegance that flowed through her movements. She had many great adventures with them in her dreams, her memories. Her and Alice had always been mischevious in their games. Alice had been her sister. Once. She had always been beautiful, it was her dress that she wore now as she slept in tatters and pain. Alice had left a long time ago just like the woman and the man. They all seemed like such distant memories her brain had almost forgotten them. Alice had been sick before she went. In one of her dreams Alice had been taken to an Asylum. The couple had said Alice was sick and not long after she had found herself in this reality. She didn't remember anything else, the couple and Alice were simply spirits conjured from her brain in the first stages of the pain when there was still hope. Still a belief in an end to the ache.
The rain patterned against the floor constant. Unrelentless. Just like the woman hitting her. Over and over. Never stopping. Never ending. Just pain. Bruises formed but she didn't stop at bruises or cuts. The floor was caked in blood and she watched as it fled her body. Hiding from the hurt. But it didn't stop not even when she fell unconscious. The woman hit her harder. She felt her leg dislocate as it was hit and the sharp pain made her fall to the floor. Her breath ran from her turning into wind that she could no longer catch in her mouth. Her body began to struggle with the pain. Next her arms went as one began bleeding profusely after an encounter with a kitchen knife. A smug sinister smile found its way onto the woman's face as she made small ribbons of red across the girls body. She felt her eyes droop, the last thing she saw was the woman stood above her with the knife raised but the world turned black and the pain vanished into the oblivion the girl hovered in.
He'd been watching her and his heart fell at the vicious pain the girl was going through. He knew this task would be hard to complete. To show her the violence of her death and the aftermath of her death. Even once she was dead that family hadn't stopped. At least he wasn't alone after all she was his first mission. Rabbit hated it when he called them missions, the older man preferred to consider the lost souls his patients. Not all of them came from a dark death, they came to this place for a reason. All the beings in this place, his home, had soul mates in the human world and when those soul mates died they came to the rabbit to be taken through the welcoming process. The process was rather simple although a great deal more difficult for some than others. First you had to try and make the 'patient' understand they were dead and explain the world that they had landed in. Sadly, that was the simple part in most cases.
He flinched as he watched the girl's brother come on screen. He knew it wouldn't be good he could sense the boy's malicious intent as he headed towards where the girl's body lay. He saw the sick satisfaction the boy got from removing the girl's underwear and spreading her legs. He closed his eyes but he still heard the dirty moans from the boy. A wave of relief washed over him as he heard the boy cuss at the dead girl before leaving the room. He couldn't bring himself to look as the screen went blank and a tear fell gently down his face. This girl would be hard. Sadly, she would believe that she was dead. She'd probably be happy to be free from that life. She would be difficult to make believe in soulmates and worse love. This girl would not want love or trust it and it could already be difficult to find the 'patients' mate. He closed the door on the mirror and slumped against a wall crying for the poor girl before falling asleep against the wall.