I continue to be bipolar everyday. It is terribly inconvenient. Oh well...

I had my boyfriend read for typos. He was tired after and told me it was too intense. I was like, warned you buddy.

Child Among Giants

Sakura knelt at the kitchen table, her back tingling as though she was being watched. The cushion was soft and didn't do much to shield her knees from the wooden floor, while the coarse fabric chafed her bare skin. Across from her, Sasuke sat with crossed legs and arms, observing her as she settled. She kept her eyes averted, shifting her legs under herself. Finally she looked up at him through her bangs.

"I- I know she's not here, but…" Sighing, she rubbed her forearm.

Sasuke tilted his head. "But what?"

Slowly, she let her eyes wander towards the sandals by the door. One pair stood out, brown soles and brown straps. "It's like she hasn't completely left. Like any moment she's going to walk in and be angry with me for not having brought her back sooner."

"Any moment now," He caught her stare. "Itachi is going to open that door and she'll come in, safe and sound."

She frowned and made to retort, "You don't know-"

"Just trust me."

Laying on his back, Hikaru clutched his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to picture his sister's face. Slowly it came into focus. Her bright eyes closed and her mouth stretched into a grin that covered her face, framed by fiery, loose hair. And then without warning, her expression contorted into a scream, her mouth twisted into an 'o' shape as her eyes flipped open to take in some terror unseen to him.

He bolted up and punched the mattress. It released a horrible metal squeal and wobbled under him. Now, with his eyes open, all he could see was Itachi's placid, unreadable face. You're the reason this has happened to her. If you don't come back with her, you'd better not come back at all. Taking a deep breath, he stood slowly, his body weary with worry and rage. Stomach rolling and blood boiling, he began to pace the small room. The pitter patter of a light rain did little to soothe him. Coming to halt at the singular window in the room, he watched the sky cry the tears he couldn't.

The multi-terraced building stared back at Itachi in a state of disrepair. The journey had been painfully slow. He had taken care not to move too fast, lest he wear himself out and lose the upcoming battle. The growth on the building was no longer neat and clean as in his memories, but wild and reaching. The entrance stood with a fortitude that the doors didn't possess. Gently, he pushed one of the double doors in. The wood was coarse and brittle, crackling as it moved in the frame.

He couldn't chase away the memory of the door's creak in its younger days. He could almost feel the imprint of Shisui's hand, where it had held it open at that fateful meeting. Each step brought him back to the fearful weight of his childhood decision. Without wandering, he knew where the meeting hall was. It was the largest room in the building and it would be where his faceless enemy was waiting, he was sure.

He pulled a torch from the wall and lit it with a small breath. The light danced over cracked and bowed walls. Plaster and paint had begun to crumble, but the ghost of the Uchiha crest lining the walls was still visible. Frowning, he remembered what it had meant to those who had painted it. It had once been a symbol of power, and now it spoke of tragedy to everyone who laid eyes upon it. His steps echoed. Unable to sense another presence, he felt sure someone powerful was in the shadows. His enemy had called for him and he was foolish enough to allow himself to be beckoned. There was no point in trying to conceal his presence.

A second, larger set of wooden doors waited for him at the end of the winding hall. They were heavier and more robust. They had stood against time better than their counterparts. She has to be in the meeting hall. He laid a hand against the still polished wood. With a quick shake of the wrist, he put the torch out. A light blanket of darkness settled over him. It was only then that he noticed light flickering from under the door. Using both hands, he pushed both doors open.

Itachi did a double take at the macabre scene before him. Part of the floor of the room had been caved in, taking tables and benches into a rocky abyss. All the torches were lit on the walls and the red paint in the family crest looked like fresh, flowing blood. At the other end of the room, there was a set of steps leading up to a stone throne. Behind it, the kitsune scroll hung, yellowed and tattered by time. His eyes came to rest on the throne's occupant.

Head hanging forward and face obscured by her loose, dirty hair, Aster sat slumped in the chair. His heart skipped a beat and he wondered if she was dead. Taking a step forward, he surveyed her now grayed, white nightgown and smudged bare feet. Her knees rested together and her feet were splayed out. Her arms lay on the stone armrests and her hands hung limp over the front edge. Unable to take his eyes away, he shuffled forward, towards the cavity between them. Something was different, and it took him a moment to realize. Her arms… are thicker. Her stomach looks less swollen. She appears… healthier…

"Aster!" He called out."Aster!"

She was unresponsive. From this distance, he couldn't even tell if she was breathing. His heart fell through the floor and he began to run towards her.

Suddenly a shadow dropped from the ceiling and landed behind the throne. Itachi skidded to a halt, stopping just short of the chasm. Slowly the shadow rose. The Akatsuki cloak's clouds were a deep and terrible crimson. The face above the cloaked figure was covered in an orange mask. Only one black eye was visible.

"Tobi?" Itachi growled. "What do you want?"
"Hmph," he could hear the other man smile behind the mask. "You may continue to call me Tobi if you so desire." The voice was too low, too deep, too smooth. Its sent chills down Itachi's spine.

"Give her back." Drawing a kunai, Itachi pointed the tip of the blade at him.

Tobi laughed. "Or what?" He reached over and grabbed Aster by the hair on the nape of her neck.

Itachi faltered, unable to answer.

"I have what you want." He pulled her head back, revealing the blank face she carried and her glazed over stare. "You're powerless here."
"Hurt her and you die." Itachi crouched, ready to leap over the pit.

Shaking his head, Tobi pulled a dagger and put it to her neck. "You talk a big game. But you're just too weak. You have let others tie you down and hold you back, that is why I could never use you. But this…" Still holding the dagger, he carefully ran his hand over Aster's stomach. "This is something I can work with."
"Get your hands off her!" Itachi's rage was beginning to show.

"Don't presume to think you can win here." With a fluid motion, he whipped her head back by her hair. The thud of her skull on the stone rang out and echoed in the chamber. Itachi cringed, gripping his weapon tighter. "Go ahead, just try to come after me. I'll snap her neck just to spite you. That's how little this all means to me."

Itachi watched blood drip down her neck and stain the neckline of her dress. "Just leave her out of this. I'll even surrender."

Sighing, Tobi brought Aster's head forward as he lifted her by the hair. "Your surrender isn't what I want. The shinobi she's carrying is the only thing I want. I didn't come here to do battle and wipe you out." Itachi watched in horror as Aster hung limply in Tobi's grip. "Come take this burden off my hands. I'll be back when it's time to collect what is mine."

With that he released her. Aster began to crumple at the top of the stairs. Itachi moved with inhuman speed, leaping over the chasm and catching her just in time. He looked up to see Tobi's image warp in a spiral and then disappear. Was that... Was that a space time manipulation?

The wet warmth of Aster's blood on his forearm as he cradled her upper body brought him back. First he checked to see that she was breathing. She's alive! Her wide glossed over eyes stared back him. She didn't seem to blink and her gaze was unnerving. Gently, he closed her eyes. Gathering her in his arms, he used his chakra to teleport back to their home.

The rain had begun to pour and pound on the house, making it seem tiny. Running a hand through his hair, Hikaru paced the living room. Despite his restless movement, he had been a fixture in the room for several days now. Crossing his arms, he came to stop facing the front door. At first, he wondered if the sound of footsteps was simply the raining telling him what he wanted to hear. And then they were more pronounced, their pace quickening. Hikaru rushed forward as the door burst open.

Unbalanced from kicking in the door, Itachi stumbled with Aster's limp body in his arms. His hair was slicked to his face and his light grey sleeve darkened with blood. The two men locked gazes, startled. Hikaru took in the sight of his sister. Her long hair was wrapped around Itachi's bloody arm and dripping with the rain. Her tattered dress clung to her. Blood had stained the collar and neckline and then faded with the washing of the rainfall. One arm was folded over the top of her belly and her head hung back, her neck stretched out and vulnerable.

"S- She isn't…" Hikaru stuttered, not sure what to think at the sight.

"Sakura!" Itachi called out, looking towards the stairs frantically. "Sakura!"

Both Sakura and Sasuke came bounding down the stairs, eyes wide. Running in, she cupped the side of Aster's face, feeling for warmth and then taking her pulse.

"Lay her on the couch." Her training kicked in, and Sakura set her conflicted emotions for her patient aside. "Get my medic kit, Sasuke. She needs stitches."

Not wasting a moment, he returned with it. Sakura opened it and pulled out a needle and thread. "Has she been responsive?"

Itachi swallowed hard. "No."

Feeling the floor warp under him, Hikaru's heart dropped. "Is she…?"

Ignoring him, Sakura focused on her work, carefully closing the now scabbed gash. "It's shallow and unlikely to have done real damage. Head wounds bleed a lot." Finally she looked to Hikaru. "She's alive." Biting her lip, she surveyed the woman before her. "She… She is healthier than before. She's clearly put on weight and the swelling has gone down. I need to run some tests, but I imagine she'll come around soon."

Shaking his head, Itachi frowned. "Something is wrong. She was unresponsive before the head wound. Something is wrong."

"Are you sure?" She studied the worry settling into the lines of his face.

"Yes-" Itachi bit back. "I'm sure."

Letting the jab roll off of her, she placed her fingers inside Aster's wrist, feeling for her chakra. The light flow of Aster's own system was barely noticeable as a heavier, hotter chakra smothered it. "She's… She's caught in a genjutsu. I can't break it."

"What do you mean?" Hikaru asked. "I've never heard of a genjutsu you can't break."

"Only tsukuyomi is nearly unbreakable. But that's impossible." Itachi knelt down by her head, taking the sides of her face gently. "Let me try." He ran his own chakra into her system. He could feel her body relent easily, however, the foreign chakra was thick like sludge in her pathways. It was stronger than his own chakra and after a few moments trying to break the flow, he gave up, worried he would harm her. "I can't fight it off for her… It looks like an incredibly strong tsukuyomi."

"But," Sasuke stared at Aster's pale, slack face. "That's impossible. Only you can use that technique. You and I are the only Uchiha left."

Holding his onyx gaze, Itachi answered. "There's no other explanation. Someone out there is carrying our kekkai genkai as well. And for now they are going by the name Tobi."

"Do you mean that annoying idiot that had no place in Akatsuki?" Sasuke frowned.

"That idiot is an Uchiha. And incredibly powerful."

Sitting up in the hospital bed, Hinata smiled shyly. At the foot of the bed, Naruto had made himself comfortable. He held his hand of cards close and eyed her suspiciously. Her movements were lax, but her cards were neat in her hand and the pairs piled on the end table, all facing one direction. His pairs were sprawled out on the sheet, shifting with her every movement.

"Do you have a…" Naruto paused dramatically, "a three?!"

Giggling, Hinata shook her head. "Go fish!"
Delighted to hear her soft, musical voice, he decided he should next ask for an eight, knowing she wouldn't have it. Growling and hunching his shoulders, he made a show of being upset over the three and drew another card.

"So," Hinata began. He looked up, shocked and eager for conversation besides the simple exchanges within the game. "Have you heard any word?"

He frowned, immediately knowing to what she was referring. "Still the same. It's all up to her." Sighing he continued, "Either she fights it off or we find Uchiha Tobi to release her."

Taking a deep breath, she knew what she truly wanted more than his company. "You should go spend time with Sasuke. He says he doesn't need a friend, but he's also a liar."

Nodding, Naruto stood. "You're right. I'll be back soon?"

"Please." She smiled for him again, a gentleness in her eyes. "Hopefully soon I can leave this place."

He grinned back. "Then we'll be able to play cards at Ichiraku!"

The younger Uchiha wasn't hard to find. Lately he had taken to drowning out the sound of his sorrows with the thud of fists and kunai on wood. Naruto entered the training grounds as the sun began to set. A breeze wafted through and tenderly caressed his face. Tendrils of fading sunlight curled around the tree branches and between blades of grass. Sasuke didn't pause for a moment, but he was sure he knew he was there. Watching with a somber stare, he observed as Sasuke sent shuriken flying with amazing power. Each one thudding perfectly next to the last in a neat circle at the center of the target.

"Are you just going to do this until she comes around?" Naruto didn't look at his friend.

"Tch," Sasuke wiped sweat from his forehead. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"This isn't going to save her."

Letting his hands fall to his sides, Sasuke gripped the remaining shuriken tightly. "She's losing weight again, despite the feeding tube."

"This isn't over." Naruto stepped toward him. "We will find that bastard and make him pay. Killing them will release her, won't it?"

"So?" Turning on his heels, he glared at his friend. "It's too late! She's going to waste away. We have no leads, nothing to go on. Aster was only returned out of some twisted kindness in that asshole's black heart."

"We've got to find a way to break Tsukuyomi." He crossed his arms.

"Do you even know what you're saying?" Sasuke exclaimed. "Only an Uchiha can break it. Itachi wasn't able to free her. This isn't even like the normal jutsu. Somehow it's more powerful."

Turning away, Naruto began to leave. "I'll see you in the archives. There might be answers in the historical accounts."

Ignoring him, Sasuke threw his last shuriken. It landed perfectly in line with the others.

Slowly putting one foot in front of the other and taking time one moment to the next, Hikaru made his way through the hospital. There was the bustle of joy at new beginnings and recoveries along with the misery of pain and inescapable endings. His fingers tingled and his body felt heavy, the world was surreal around him and over exposed in the bright lights. Deep in his troubled thoughts, nothing else around him seemed to matter.

And suddenly he had reached his destination. It felt somehow far too soon to have arrived and yet as though the journey had been centuries long. Laying his hand on the door, he peeked into the small window, preparing himself. The sight inside the room froze him.

On Aster's left, Itachi was seated facing him. A feeding tube had been put in place and an IV inserted. She looked healthier than before, as if she were merely asleep. The machines around her whirred softly and he could hear the carefully timed beep of a heart monitor. However, it was the look on Itachi's face that stopped him short. The Uchiha didn't seem to be aware that he was being observed. His mouth was set in a stiff line, and yet agony was clear in his eyes.

Hikaru backed away, wishing he could unsee the scene. It was easier to hate Itachi if Itachi didn't show emotion and act human. The creature beside Aster's bed wasn't a monster, just a broken person, like the rest. Even though his presence hadn't been made known, he felt as though he had intruded. Sighing softly, Hikaru turned away, following the path from which he'd come.

Pacing along the side of the exam table, Tsunade surveyed the stripped body. Decay has begun to progress and skin was beginning to slough off. The grayed organs were visible and free of blood. The holes that had been filled with piercings were collapsing and littered over the entire body. Beside the metal table, there was a tray full of the pins that been in the body.

"These piercings appear to be strategically placed." Tsunade looked across the table at the lead researcher.

Face covered with a kerchief and surgical mask, her flak jacket gave the scrubs a bulky, unseemly appearance. "The piercings are chakra receivers. They have already been disabled."

"Chakra receivers?" The hokage frowned. "Using them must require large amounts of chakra and someone capable of withstanding an intensive technique."

The woman nodded. "Yes. And with these particular receivers, distance from the controller would be a factor as well."

"So what I'm understanding," Tsunade came to a halt, holding her subordinate's stare. "This body is not Pein's. It was drained and preserved in order to be used as a puppet to channel his or her power."

Swallowing hard, she answered, "Yes. That appears to be the intent."

"Meaning at this point, we have no idea who Pein actually is or how powerful they may be." Crossing her arms, the blonde glared at her feet.

Her situation was difficult. She had built a team specifically to combat threats from Akatsuki, and now it lay in tatters. One member had to be let go, another was trapped in genjutsu clinging to life and everyone had been affected and shaken by those events.

Clenching her teeth to hide the worry rising in her, Tsunade asked, "Can you take me to Uchiha Aster's room upstairs?"

Holding the shears in two awkward hands, Sakura squinted and decided to snip the browning tendril. Her knees were bare and grass stained. Dirt had collected under her nails and there were smudges on her face and arms where she had absentmindedly wiped sweat. The rain had let up, but the sun wasn't out; her work was just grueling. Sighing, she sat on her heels to survey the planter in front of her. The pruning made the plants look healthier, but the debris littered from her progress made things look just as unkempt as before.

"Hey," Hikaru's voice startled her. He stood on the back porch, the double sliding doors both completely open and revealing the living room. "What are you doing out here?"

Gathering herself, she started scraping slick, dead leaves from the dirt. "I know your sister hates me…"
"That doesn't answer my question," he said, not unkindly.

Huffing, she wiped forehead sweat away with her forearm, rubbing in more dirt. "When she wakes up, she'll be so upset if this garden isn't tended." Sakura gave him a serious look. "I can't deal with that. And if no one else will take care of the garden, then I have to."

Hikaru smiled.

"What are you grinning about?"

Shaking his head, he crossed his arms. "I know my sister hates you. But you're the only one who says when, not if."

She nodded to the barely begun planter. "I have first hand knowledge of how stubborn she can be."

Standing out of respect, Itachi didn't take his eyes off Aster's face as Tsunade entered. The hokage came alone. Quietly, she shut the door behind her. Itachi glanced at her, watching brown eyes widen and eyebrows fall in pity and despair. Clasping her hands, she held them to her lap. Neither spoke for a few moments. The hush of the hospital settled over them slowly, broken only by the beep of the heart monitor.

"Her heart rate is a little high." The hokage frowned. "And her blood pressure has been consistently high."

"She's fighting in there." Itachi replied softly.

"Or she's being tortured by the illusion." She heard his sharp intake of breath and knew he found her words detestable. "She has information. Her captor won't let her share it easily. This is the reality."

Breathing deeply and closing his eyes for a moment, Itachi responded, "The kidnapper appears to have control over the mangekyou sharingan."

"I know." She tried to catch his stare unsuccessfully. "I heard there may be a third Uchiha."

"Why are you here? Is there new intel? A new mission?" He continued to avert his eyes and focus on Aster's blank, pale face.

"After the medical nin deciphered the secrets of Pein's body, we realized we have less information than we thought." She paused, swallowing hard. "We need whatever secrets are hidden in her. She had to have seen her kidnapper. She has vital information. Information that could prevent a war."

"If it was as simple as waking her, don't you think I would have done so?"

She pressed her lips together and clenched her teeth. "We need all hands on deck hunting Akatsuki. We can't afford to sit beside her bed. Surely, you realize this."

He was still at first. Then reluctantly he stood. Without making eye contact, he walked past her and laid a hand on the door. With one last glance at his withering wife, Itachi pushed open the door and left without another word. Tsunade stayed a moment, watching the rise and fall of Aster's chest. When she was sure he was gone, she took the younger woman's hand, caressing the back and running her fingers over the clip on her middle finger.

"I'm sorry I let this happen to you." She bit her lip. "Help is on the way."

Letting himself exhale loudly, Sasuke didn't bother knocking and opened the door. Engrossed in whatever the scroll before him contained, Naruto didn't seem to notice him. The room was poorly lit, but it had electricity, so the available light wasn't twisting and writhing over the table tops and floors. Not sure where to start, he grabbed a book with a spine label that read: Persons of Interest - Uchiha. Frowning, his thoughts fluttered over the way the village had treated his clan at the end. More inclusion might have saved them all. Pushing the bitterness aside, he held the book gingerly and seated himself in front of Naruto.

"You actually came!" The blonde grinned.

"Shut up dobe. Of course I came." He hissed back. "Don't be noisy in here."

Smiling like a maniac, Naruto hunkered down. "Sure, 's get to work."

Ignoring him, Sasuke opened the book. The first page was a list of names. At the top of the list, he saw 'Uchiha Fugaku'. Swallowing hard, he continued to scan the list. 'Uchiha Mikoto' was towards the middle. Itachi's name, ironically, was nowhere to be found. Holding his breath, Sasuke turned the page. He knew his father's name was atop the list, but the photo taped down to the page still threw him. A longing sadness and burning resentment mixed in him. His father had never been what he had wanted, but he had loved him nonetheless. The recently surfaced memory of his father kneeling in their home in the dead of night, staring down Itachi, floated behind his eyelids.

Suddenly he wanted to hurl the book. But it surely had a photo of his mother too. He wondered if he could turn away, knowing there might life changing information ahead; the information may even save the bit of family he had left. However, the journey would be painful in unexpected ways. There were questions he had that he refused to answer. Depending on what waited within these books and scrolls, he may be forced to acknowledge things he'd rather not face. Clenching one fist against the wooden table top, he started to read.

Kneeling at the table and cradling a glass of water, Hikaru was startled when the front door opened. Wearily, Itachi walked in, his eyes down cast. The Uchiha didn't acknowledge the his staring housemate and set about removing his shoes. As he set them down, he noticed Aster's sandals waiting patiently, unaware of the current fate of their owner.

"You came home…" Hikaru made the statement sound like a question,

Itachi didn't answer at first. Instead he walked to the kitchen and pulled out the tea kettle. He filled it and set it on a lit burner. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he watched his reflection in the dented metal. "Yeah. I came back."

The other frowned. "I know you haven't showered or really slept since Aster was returned." He set his glass down. "Maybe you should just rest. You can't help her by disregarding yourself and living like a zombie."

He nodded languidly.

Wanting to say more, Hikaru sucked in a deep breath. And then he decided not to say anything. The Uchiha was barely responsive. Whatever he decided to say would not change the course of the trainwreck he was watching.

"You're right." Hikaru jumped and gaped as Itachi abruptly turned off the burner. "I'm going to rest."

Swallowing his shock, he didn't reply and simply shook his head. He watched Itachi ascend the stairs and then his gaze settled on the tea kettle.

Neither had cloaks as it began to rain. Sasuke put one hand in his pocket and raised the other to catch raindrops. A few sprinkled his hand he clenched it. Naruto just stuck his tongue out, letting the water drip from the sky on his face.

"Hey teme," The blonde's playful tone was undercut by his somber stare. "You haven't been to see Aster yet. Not since…"

"No. I haven't been." His reply was flat and he continued to look ahead as they walked back to the house.

Naruto shrugged. "Maybe you should."

"No."

Scowling, Naruto glanced at him. "Well? Why?"

Sasuke shook his head. "Sitting beside her bed does the same as sitting at home. Sitting in the archives at least is productive."

"You're an idiot."

Now the Uchiha shot him a nasty look.

"You don't just sit there in the hospital and stare at the ceiling." Naruto lectured him. "You can hold her hand, maybe talk to her. What if she can feel it or hear you?"

Scoffing, Sasuke crossed his arms. "She's trapped in a genjutsu, not lost in a coma."

Both were silent for a while. The rain began to get heavy and their hair was slick and sticking to the sides of their faces. The crunch of gravel under their shoes was obscured by the pitter patter of rain.

"I didn't invite you over." Sasuke glared at his friend. "Stop following me and go home."

"But," Naruto pouted, "Wait- won't you regret it?"

Coming to a halt, the Uchiha turned to face him. "Regret what? What are you talking about now?"

"Won't you regret it," he asked, "if you don't see her? At least once?"

He frowned. There was a brief hesitation and then he nodded. "Tomorrow then. I can go tomorrow."

Naruto averted his piercing gaze. "I know you're scared she won't be able to fight it off, but that's not an excuse. Be a man for once."

Clenching teeth and fists, Sasuke started to walk back to the house. "I said tomorrow dobe. Tomorrow for sure."

Crying out, Aster twisted, trying to get through the gray giants that seemed to be stampeding around her. They all seemed to be heading away from something and she was determined to break through and see what the commotion was. Shins and knees bumped against her shoulders and she fought to stay on her feet. She could feel bruises coming up. Keeping her eyes and chin up, she didn't dare let herself be dragged down. Slowly, she made her way against the tide. She grasped at the legs, trying to push them away while simultaneously dodging them. The smell of sweat and blood filled her nose. After jostling by so many legs, the bumps had opened wounds. Her right forearm ached and she wondered if it was broken. Frustrated, she screamed.

And then, miraculously, she made it past the last set of legs. Surprised, she couldn't stop her momentum and tumbled forward. Tears sprang in her eyes as she landed on the injured arm. Grinding her teeth, Aster stood to observe the scene. Before she could catch her breath, another pained howl escaped her.

The grey world was bathed in crimson light that spilled over and tinged everything. In front of her, Itachi and Hikaru were circling each other, katanas in hand. She pulled herself up and began to run towards them. No matter how fast she moved, she wasn't getting closer. Her stomach began to swell and her muscled frame withered. With her body failing and the distance only growing, she was helpless to watch as they fought. Blood and red light flashed off the blades as they danced. Hikaru's sword came down over Itachi and he blocked up. There was the sound of the clash and cherry sparks flew. And suddenly Itachi's sword slipped; knowing it was too late for him, he stabbed his attacker as the other's blade bit into his shoulder.

The world shrank and now Aster was at their feet, crumbling as blood sprayed over her. Even though she knew it was genjutsu, the blood was warm and sticky. It stained her white dress in spectacular patterns. Both men fell, eyes wide and glazed.

She threw her head back and roared. "You mother fucker! Let me out! Let me out!" Curling up, she beat on the now slick dirt. "Let me out or you're going to regret it!" Tears streamed down her face, washing it clean in streaks. Her arms ached but her heart was shattered at the sight she had witnessed. "You set me free and fight me for real- you sick fucking coward!" Now she cried in earnest, her chest throbbing. "Let me out… Goddammit. Let me out!"

"Drown-New" by Bring Me The Horizon

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