Jane woke to total darkness. She had been dreaming again. There was a heaviness in her limbs that paled in comparison to that in her heart. She hurt, down to her soul. There was also an odd fuzziness in her head, like a fog had crept in while she was sleeping and obscured everything until she didn't know what was who anymore. She couldn't remember if she had drunk herself into that state, or if she'd come across something of Max's and desperately (stupidly) hoped it would ease her pain for a while. In fact, she couldn't remember much of anything at all.
What she did remember, the one thing nothing that had been forced into her body could erase, was the fact her friendship with Daria, something she had cherished and loved and depended on, was gone forever. Lost in a sea of betrayal that no beacon could ever lead back home.
Crushed by the weight of despair and confusion and the vast expanse of lonely black darkness, she found her arms and legs unwilling to move. It didn't matter, since moving even a fraction might cause her to shatter into a million heartbroken pieces, and so Jane stared into the dark and let the tears fall.