Disclaimer: I do not own Ib
Author's Note: Not everyone gets to be a peacefully sleeping portrait in the halls of Guertena's Exhibit.
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"Please! Somebody help me!"
She threw her fist at the wall, kicked, scratched and threw herself against it ,but it wouldn't budge! Her voice was already sore from screaming. It was dark, and cramped, and damn it if she wasn't scared. How did she even get into this twisted hellhole? She just wanted to go to the gallery opening! That was all! She'd never done anything to deserve this, so why-!?
"Please," she whimpered, falling to her knees and leaning her head against the wall. Fat tears rolled down her face, and she sniffled. "Please, somebody … anybody…"
There wasn't even enough room to crouch as she sobbed.
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She needed to get out.
She needed to get out.
She needed to get out.
She needed to get out.
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There were voices on the other side of the wall. Voices, breathing, steps, life.
Getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgeoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgeoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetoutgetout
Her hand shot out at the wall again – and burst through. It hurt, damn, it hurt! A wild scream tore out of her lips, but she gritted her teeth and flailed around for anything she could grab. Anything, anything at all-
Gotcha! Her fingers wrapped around something slender and warm. It was smooth and soft, but it would have to do-
With a sharp yank, it was gone. The thing she had held – warm, smooth, soft – was just … gone.
Why-?!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOOOO!
She groped blindly again, panic rising up her throat, anything would do – ack! Something was hurting her! She drew her arm back in, cradling the damaged limb.
The hole in the wall promptly closed up again.
No, please, no…
She threw herself at the wall, screaming, screaming, screaming, until the silence crowded in again. Next time, next time, she would get a stronger grip. Next time, she would get out.
Next time.
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There were no more words…
No more names or faces…
No hunger, no thirst, not even pain…
Anything and everything that ever made her 'her' had already long gone…
Still, she just knew…
…That she needed to get out.
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