Ellen was my friend, right?

She would never betray me…right?

Those were the thoughts that consumed me, that tantalized my mind. It was so easy to trust and so easy for the knife to stab you and leave you helpless. My complete trust and faith in her, sadly, was the very downfall of me from the beginning. I had blindly traded both my freedom and wonderful life, resulting in nothing but pain. If I had known…if I had seen her for what she truly was, I would have never let her do what she wished. She had pretended to be my friend, to gain my complete compassion and take what she needed, leaving me in the dust.

And it all happened in a matter of day.

The remainder of - what one could even guess was – my body was in agony. No, not my body…hers. This ill, twisted form was supposed to be her, not me. I was alone, with nothing but darkness to comfort me in this place. I could barely move and my mouth moved, but the words were garbled sounds of nonsense.

It hurt.

She had taken away two important senses, letting me only have my hearing, smell and touch. I was now dumb, for my tongue was a stub, unable to form a single word. My eye sockets continuously bled and left me confused in my blindness, unsure on where I was and what was going on. My sense of touch was very faint, but my sense of smell was practically useless; I could only inhale the strong, staggering scent of blood. Hot, thick, never-ending blood.

Footsteps were approaching now, followed by the sound of a sweet giggle that turned into full-blown laughter. My own voice sounded odd in my ears, but I knew it was mine. And she was using it to laugh at me.

"Painful, isn't it?" she said tauntingly.

I opened my mouth and tried to make a sound of any sort, but the effort was a failure. I could only manage a choked sob, which caused my body to react and force another mouthful of blood out of me. She laughed again.

"Oh, poor Viola." she cooed.

Anger, which had been building inside of me, filled me to the core, burning in me with more strength than I had ever felt. It was too great to be considered as something so trifle as anger or fury at this point. No, this was something far bigger and far more powerful. What was this feeling in my broken heart?

Hatred.

"Are you dead yet?" she groaned in slight annoyance.

I used my elbows to push myself somewhat upright, emitting a sound that was similar to a snarl. She chuckled at my attempts, but that only added fuel to my hatred. Using my arms as best I could, I crawled forward, reaching towards the sound of my own voice. I missed my target and she laughed, stepping out of my reach.

"You're quite stubborn, you know. But that's okay, I guess." I felt a hand touch the top of my head and lunged for it, but it vanished. "I'd best be going, Viola. I have so many things I want to do, seeing as I have this new and improved body. It's a nice one, you know. But don't worry, okay? I'll make sure I take good care of it."

My heart sank and my blood boiled with rage at her utter lack of compassion and love. Where was the girl I had come to know and adore, the one who I could trust? Where was my friend?

There was a strange thumping sound, along with movement and soft humming. I wished I could see what she was doing.

"Well, I'd best go. My father must be worried sick about me and I shouldn't keep him waiting." Her laughter filled the room. "I can't wait to see him. I miss him so much already."

I wanted to cry out, to sob and beg and plead. I wanted to curse her to a worse fate than mine and take back my own body, but I couldn't. All I could do was twist on my side and make a few gruntled, pitiful noises, feebly groping the air for her.

"Bye-bye, Viola. I mean…Ellen."

A door opened and closed. Silence. I sobbed and dragged my body, hate giving me strength to move and find her. I would get her and force her to switch our bodies back to normal. I didn't care anymore about what happened to her.

I wouldn't let her win and leave me all by myself.