Sing To Me My Sweet, Sweet Sorrow

Chapter Two: Untamed Tears

She was right; she was being shipped in a boat somewhere. She had never been on a boat before, but what pleasures or excitement it could have invoked in her, were all but dead because it was impossible to enjoy a ride in a wooden crate. Especially since said wooden crate had been placed where all the other items were, which meant she was always sliding and bumping into everything. Which, of course, was nowhere near fun. But at least she was going somewhere new, away from Naraku, away from her past memories…

…Away from her only remaining family.

She was both relieved and devastated. She thought she could shed no more tears, feel no more feelings…yet here she was, alone in a crate, tears streaming from her eyes as she sat down and hugged her knees, burying her face into her arms. Who was she kidding? She felt, oh boy did she feel, life wouldn't grant her numbness against her pain.

Slowly, she lifted her head, the tears had yet to stop falling. She looked down at her brown ragged dress that barely fit her anymore; it was filled with bloodstains. Her eyes then shifted to her hands, and she placed her hands together, rubbing them. They didn't feel soft, they felt rough and parched from all the work she had done.

And she began to weep.

It had been so long since she cried, and it felt so good to finally cry. She lifted a hand to wipe her tears, but flinched when it grazed her now bruised cheek. That guy, he had smacked her good. And she cried harder, feeling so alone and broken, so lost, that she wept her soul out.

She missed her brother, how she never got to grow up with him, how she never got to tease him anymore. She missed his smile, his voice, his…everything. She just wanted him back, needed him to hug her when she was sad like he used to when mom and dad were still stuck doing choirs.

She missed her father too, how he used to raise her up high and tell her that she was above everybody else when it came to matters of the heart. She missed his wisdom, he had so much, and his hope, how he always claimed one day, he would die a free man.

"One day, we will all be free, able to live and die free..."

Oh yes, she remembered that moment well, and the way he said it, made her believe in it to…just like he did, he believed in it, that simple hope, dream even, that they would be free, and not die a slave.

Eventually Kagome fell asleep, exhausted both mentally and physically. When she woke up it was to find the boat docking. Her head hit the side of the crate hard when the boat came into contact with the ground, jarring everything to one side. Momentarily she felt dazed. Standing with shaky legs she spread her arms out and placed her hands on either side of the crate to keep her body in one place. Finally the boat came to a halt and she was able to relax.

The unloading crew then began to unload everything, including herself. Next thing she knew she was on some sort of wagon, probably a transporter. The transporter was probably most likely taking her to her new master. Hopefully this one wouldn't be as bad as Naraku. She didn't know what other slave owners were like, having had Naraku as her only master up until now.

An hour passed, then two, and then three. The ride seemed like forever. Every now and then it would stop, and she would have a shot of anxiety that it was her stop, before it continued on, and her anxiety deflated, her nervousness dissipated.

She didn't know if it was day or night, since she was locked inside some cramped up compartment that blocked out the sun, if it was even up. Somehow, she had fallen asleep again during the ride, for the next thing she knew her cart was being moved again. Groaning she let out a yawn and stretched as best as she could in her little box.

It was light out, the sun was blinding since she hadn't seen it for so long. Suddenly her crate was broken into, and it opened, revealing a beautiful and huge estate. Cautiously, she stepped out and aloud herself to be led to god knows where by the men who seemed to be in charge of rounding up the slaves.

Once again she was in a line, clutching onto her papers like they were her life. A man stepped up to her, "Paper's please." He asked almost robotically, and without a sound she obeyed and handed her precious documents over.

He scanned the contents, nodding to himself before handing them back and presumably checking her name off, "Higurashi Kagome, you are to report to the maid sector, here's a map. If you're not there in fifteen minutes, a team of hunters with dogs will be dispatched to find all who did not show up, so I suggest you do." He warned before moving onto the next slave, asking for their papers.

Hastily, she opened the map and located the maid sector. She found out where she was on the map, and then as fast as she could she headed towards her appointed destination. Thankfully, she arrived with eight minutes to spare.

After eight minutes they took attendance, making sure all the new arrivals were accounted for and that no one was missing. Only two people were missing, and like the man had said, they sent out hunters with dogs to track them down. Half an hour later gunshots were heard, and Kagome could only presume them dead.

Another half hour passed as they sorted out people to their appointed tasks, it took a long time since there were so many new maid slaves. Finally they got to her, and they requested her name. Instead she handed them her papers, hoping they would read through and realize she was a mute.

Thankfully they had, and only smiled at her warmly, "We get a lot of mutes dear, so it's not surprising." The lady had only said, before telling her that she was the Lord's new Chambermaid. Her face paled, that was the last place she wanted to work as a maid. Her experiences hadn't exactly been pleasant…

Instead, she only mutely nodded, her neck a little stiffer then before, and left to go find her new department. She opened the map, what useful things they were, and located the Lord's Chambers almost instantly. With a deep calming breath, she headed towards there, knowing she better hurry.

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The halls were nothing like Naraku's were, whose halls were filled with spiders and lit with torches. No, this hallway was quite the opposite. Though it did lack an extreme amount of color, it wasn't as unpleasant or foreboding as Naraku's. It was lit with actual bewitched glass, and had pictures most likely of previous Lords and Ladies decorating the walls. The floor was a nice honey oak, and the walls were polished stone, not grimy looking like Naraku's.

The fact that the hallway wasn't as gloomy as Naraku's did numbers on Kagome's anxiety, and she found herself not as worried about meeting her new Lord as she was before.

Within the next few minutes, she had arrived at the Lord's Chambers. Like Naraku, this Lord had more then one room, but only one room that he actually slept in. The others were reserved for guests or those already part of the royal crown.

Tenderly, Kagome knocked on the door.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

She really had to stop knocking only three times…

"State your business." The voice was cold, emotion was hard to decipher in it, and that scared her more then anything. At least with Naraku, she could read his voice, knew when he was angry, when she should keep quiet and submit. But she could already tell, the man the voice belonged to, was bound to be hard to interpret.

And it was within a next second, that Kagome realized her next problem. 'State your business, but I can't talk!' she thought panicked, her eyes wide as her mind whizzed around for a solution. Sadly, she had none…

A sudden sigh was heard, and before she even knew it, the door was opened. If she could talk, she would have been lost for words.

There before her, not shrouded in shadow, was a beautiful man. He had long bluish silver hair, and strange foreign markings on his face that only added to his brilliance. His eyes were an intense gold, yet they held nothing in them, nothing that she could see. She blinked, and adverted her eyes; she didn't want to get into trouble for staring.

The man raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at her, why, she didn't know. Until she realized that she was just standing their, looking off to the side without handing him her papers. Bowing low, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her for not voice her apology, she handed him her papers.

He took them with a clawed hand and scanned through them before looking back at her, "Mute?" he questioned before turning and entering his room. He walked gracefully over to his desk, and sat smoothly into what looked like an extremely comfy office chair. It was actually sort of annoying, the way he acted all perfect and superior, like he owned the world!

Instantly she stopped her heinous thoughts, technically, he was superior, and maybe he did own the world. She knew nothing about him; he could have that much money. Besides, he was, no doubt in her mind, the Lord of this place. It was his job to be perfect. But damn it all, it was almost like he was rubbing it in…

Was she jealous of him?

She was snapped out of her thoughts by his voice again, a voice that sent shivers up her spine, "You can start by making my bed, and cleaning up around here." He ordered, and it was then that she took a good look at the room, and her mouth dropped. She couldn't help it, it was such a mess!

Who would have thought that Mr. Perfect was such a slob? Books lay everywhere, clothing too, papers, even food and old dishes! Her expression took one of dismay, but she did as she was told and started with making his bed, which also had a bunch of stuff on it.

Then she proceeded to clean up his room, and already she knew she would be at it for most of the day. It wasn't like it was a small room after all, and every bit of it was covered. Hell, she didn't even know what color the floor was, or even if it was carpeted or not.

Holding in her sigh, she picked up a stack of books, before proceeding to pick up another stack. 'Great, now I can't see where I'm going…' she thought sullenly, but didn't bother to do anything about it. After all, the more she did at a time, the quicker she got done. 'Damn these books are heavy…'

Carefully she looked to the side and made her way towards the bookshelf, dodging stray items here and there on the floor. She smiled, she was almost there, only a few more steps and she could get rid of these heavy books. Except she never made it, because at that exact moment, she had forgot to watch the floor in her haste, and had tripped over something.

The books went flying everywhere, and she landed flat on the floor. Something sharp pierced her side, and a book landed on her head. Groaning slightly, she moved the book off and sat up, only to gasp as pain shot through her side.

With a shaky hand, she reached toward the knife imbedded deeply in her side, before quickly pulling away. She was bleeding, she hated blood…damn memories…Images flooded her mind and she closed her eyes, trying to clear them away. Then she remembered something, and she opened her eyes to find the Lord staring at her.

Quickly she sat on her knees and turned around, her back facing him, and she bowed lowly, waiting for her punishment. The knife in her side hurt like a bitch, and she wasn't looking forward to getting whipped. With a deep breath, she lifted her shirt so her back was exposed and waited. Whenever she dropped things, she always got whipped for it.

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He stared at her, what in gods name was this girl doing? He didn't understand what she was doing, or even why she was doing it. Then she lifted her shirt to expose her back, and instantly things clicked together. She was expecting to be punished.

He stood and walked towards her, but stopped when he saw her flinch. Golden orbs narrowed and he continued towards her. What a stupid girl, leaving that old infected knife in her side would make her deathly sick if it wasn't taken care of soon.

He bent down next to her, making sure that no matter what, he remained higher then her. Authority still had to be established after all. Then, in one swift movement, he removed the knife from her pathetic body and quickly placed a bandage where the wound was. After all, he didn't need blood on his carpet. Then he stood and looked at the knife, before using his poison claws to melt the object. It was no good now after all; he would feel ill at the thought of using it to eat.

His new maid looked up to him, surprise clear in her un-normal crystal blue eyes. He didn't know why she was so surprised; it wasn't like he had done her any favors. If she was sick, he'd have to get someone else to clean his room, and someone else would have to fill in for that someone else's work, and the chain would just continue until he had to accept he was short one maid. And if he didn't bandage her, she would bleed all over his nice clean carpet, and stain it. Then he would have to get a new carpet, not that he couldn't afford it, but it was a hassle.

Saying nothing to the mute girl, he turned away from her and went back to his desk. After all, he still had a lot of work to do. Besides, he didn't want to think of the horrible scars he seen on her back…

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Kagome stared at him, and stared, and stared. What possessed him to do that, why hadn't he punished her? She frowned, finally taking her eyes off him, not noticing that as soon as she did the Lord's body relaxed slightly. 'Didn't he know he had to hurt me?' she wondered, and the more she thought about it, the more she believed that it was the only logical explanation.

With a small wince she stood. Boy, she sure felt dizzy, why, she hadn't a clue. She shrugged it off; right now she had to teach the lord how slaves were supposed to be treated. After all, she would get in worse trouble if someone found out that she took advantage of his lack of knowledge. She'd rather just get it done and over with for now.

Instantly her body tensed as she made her way towards him. She couldn't believe she was willingly going to remind him to punish her. But her thoughts from earlier resurfaced, and she knew she had to face facts. So she squared her shoulders, ignoring how the room seemed to swim before her eyes, and trudged, though quite slowly, towards him.

Before she could even do something to indicate her presence he turned around and faced her. She froze instantly, and adverted her eyes, she knew if she stared at him it could be interpreted as a challenge to his authority. When he said nothing, and only kept staring at her with a raised eyebrow, she wondered what he was waiting for.

"Speak." He said suddenly, and she stared at him quizzically. Was he insane? He knew she was a mute.

The Lord then stood; boy did he ever tower over her. She could just imagine her younger self claiming to all the slaves that their master was indeed a giant. That would have been funny. Quickly she cleared her head, and bowed lowly, having for a moment forgotten her manors. Slaves always bowed when those of high authority walked past, or stood from a seat.

"Raise your head." She did as commanded, but didn't raise it high enough to look at him; instead she was forced to stare at his chest. Cheeks becoming slightly red, she turned away from his chest, feeling quite uncomfortable at his close range. She didn't much like it when males, Lord or not, got close to her…

Then the lord let out a barely audible sigh, "Look at me." He stated, it seemed he didn't like talking, using only the amount of words needed to explain his meaning. Taking a deep breath, she did as she was ordered to. Now why had she come to see him again? Oh yeah, to remind him to punish her. Amazing at how easily that just slipped her mind…

"What do you want." He asked her, and for a moment she didn't know how to communicate to him. She didn't know how to make him understand that he had to punish her, that she deserved to be whipped at least once for her careless mistake.

Her eyes looked around the room, until they landed on a picture of a slaver whipping a slave. Well, now that she looked at it more closely, it wasn't really a picture, but part of some document. She couldn't really read it, only a few words here and there that she recognized, not enough to make the document make sense.

The Lord followed her gaze and his eyes landed on the document. He then looked back at her and raised an eyebrow. He had a feeling what this was getting at, but he wanted her to communicate with him.

Kagome pointed to the picture she had spotted, then she pointed at the Lord, hoping he wouldn't hurt her for pointing but it was the only way she knew how to get her point across. Then she pointed at herself, and turned around, bowing and lifting her shirt to reveal her back. How clearer could she make him understand then that? Besides…she had such a headache and felt like crap.

She then saw out of the corner of her eye the Lord rub his temples, almost like he was stressed about something. What, she had no clue, but only hoped it wasn't because of her.

"Stand." Was his simple command, and she did as she was told. Once again, she refused to meet his gaze as she waited for what he would do.

"Look at me." His voice was slightly agitated, which scared her. Obeying she quickly looked up at him, crystal blue eyes clashing with gold. His orbs narrowed, and she thought she had done something wrong, until he spoke again, "You have done nothing wrong. Clumsiness is not a crime. Now get to work." He then turned away from her, back to his desk to continue to sort through his papers.

She blinked at him for a moment, before quickly getting back to work. To say she was confused was an understatement. She was damn well near out of her mind wondering what hidden motives her new Lord could be planning. Hell, she didn't even know his name yet…

'...So dizzy.' She thought groggily, but blinked and shook her head, trying to clear the spell away. It would not do well to vomit all over the Lord's carpet. Why she even felt like she did was beyond her, but she would worry about that later. It wasn't like she hadn't been forced to clean when ill before.

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Hours past, and the room was almost spotless. Everything was off the floor, the bed was made, the books were in order, and his clothing was in a basket outside his door, waiting for the laundry maid to come pick it up. Now she was just working on the finer details, scrubbing the window, the walls, the bedposts, the doors, you know, the usual. If there was one thing she learned in Naraku's place, it was how to make a room spotless. If even a molecule of dust was found, and boy did they look, she was whipped harshly for it.

She was just about to work on the doors when her Lord's voice stopped her, "What are you doing?" he asked, and she turned to him in confusion. She then pointed to herself, then her washcloth, and then the door, trying to indicate she was cleaning the doors. Wasn't it obvious?

Her Lord simply stared at her, it was amazing how expressionless his face could be, it was actually frightening. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, if he was mad at her, if he would hit her, kill her even. She didn't know, and it scared her.

"Why are you cleaning the doors? They are not dirty." He asked her, and once again she looked at him confused. Why wouldn't she clean the doors?

After a moment of silence, the Lord stood and started making his way towards her. Her eyes widened, and instantly she grew fearful. She hadn't answered him, not actually knowing how to communicate her thoughts, and she was worried he was mad at her for it. Why wouldn't he be? Everyone got mad at her for the simplest of things.

When he was right in front of her, he reached a hand out towards her, and she flinched away from him. Every muscle in her body was tense, and her eyes were screwed shut, waiting, waiting, it was the hardest thing to do, to wait. By damn he was making her wait a long while to!

More seconds that felt like minutes passed, until she felt safe enough to open her eyes. Still, with a tense body, she turned to look at him, only to find him holding her cloth that was once in her hands. She hadn't even felt him take it! No, he couldn't have, it must have been another one, a trick even!

Quickly her eyes flew to her hand that shot up, and sure enough, the only thing she was holding, was air. She blinked in disbelief, and looked up at him. She couldn't tell, but she was sure she could see mirth, amusement maybe, shining in his once empty orbs.

"Go to another room, and if I catch you cleaning doors, you can bet I wont be pleased." He stated, before turning away from her, leaving her alone.

She stood there for a few moments, blinking, before quickly departing to another room in the Lord's Chambers. Once again a dizzy spell washed over her as she turned a corner to quick, and she had to stop for a moment to regain herself. Once that was done, she headed into another room, trying not to think of her injured side, her aching body, how weak she felt, and her queasy stomach.

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'What a stupid girl.' He thought to himself as he watched her leave. For crying out loud, she cleaned his bedpost! He wrinkled his nose as the smell of cleaning products assaulted his delicate senses. He couldn't stand it, she cleaned so much, he couldn't even smell his once dominating scent! All he could smell was spring flowers mixed with blossoms, her scent, along with the putrid scent of cleaning products.

He hated how every time he moved towards her, she flinched from him like he was going to hurt her. Why on Earth would she even think such nonsense, he hadn't done anything to her, yet. Don't get him wrong; he loved the smell of fear, and how people feared him, but only when he wanted them to.

Right now, he didn't want them too.

Her lingering scent of fear nagged at his senses, he was hoping her shock and amazement would over power it, but no, her fear was to strong, her shock to minimal compared to it. Now how was he supposed to work with so many of her scents distracting him, not to mention the horrid scent of cleaning products that stung his nose. Yet, at the same time he couldn't complain, the girl did a fine job of making the place spotless. Not a soul would be able to tell that his bedroom had once looked like a tornado hit.

But at the same time, come on, the bedposts, and she was even going to clean the door! There were limits; he needed at least some of his essence to mark the room. She even scrubbed the whole floor.

His eyes traveled to his feet, which were slightly wet from walking on the still damp carpet. 'Yes, what a stupid, stupid girl.' He thought, shaking his head. He was also annoyed, he couldn't tell what she thought of him, most of her scents were blocked by so much of the cleaning supplies putrid smells, that only emotions felt at great velocity would make itself apparent to him. That and of course her natural scent.

It annoyed him not knowing what his maid's felt, especially the new ones that looked after his food. It wasn't like assassination hadn't happened to him before, but he could always tell before it happened by their scent. He could tell by their malice towards him, and their anxiety, among other things that easily gave them away.

Yet this stupid girl cleaned so much, she even washed her own scents away. What if that was her original plan? So he wouldn't be able to know her true feelings. If that was the case, she was smarter then he gave her credit for. Not to mention a splendid actor.

He sighed turned back to his papers. Perhaps he would visit some of the rooms she went in; maybe she only did a thorough job here because he was here. If that were the case, he would be able to catch some of her scents still lingering in the other rooms.

Mind made up, he went back to work.

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Kagome scrubbed at the walls, then the bedposts, and went to the doors. She looked left and right, and then back into the room, before she started cleaning the doors to. She couldn't help it, it was a habit and it bugged her if she didn't do it. Her only hope was that the Lord wouldn't be to upset with her. Besides, these other rooms were almost nothing compared to the disaster he had called a bedroom at one point.

Smiling in satisfaction, she left to do the other rooms. She didn't have too much left, if her luck continued they would all be like the last four rooms, slightly untidy but mostly well kept.

Her face dropped when she went into the next room, that looked much the same disaster the Lord's was when she first entered it. She had been able to keep functioning with a straight head at the thought of all the easy rooms she could clean, but now that she looked into this one, she felt the weight of her body more then anything.

She was cold, she was tiered, she had a headache, she felt like she was going to throw up, and every part of her ached. Most of all though, she was confused. Why did she feel so sick? She had felt excellent not long ago, after the long rest she had on her way here. But now, it felt like she had swallowed the flu bug, yet she didn't have a cough so that couldn't be it.

'Maybe I'm just working to fast, I should slow down, I still have all day.' She thought with a small sigh, though, she knew eventually she would have to stop completely and force food down her throat. Even though the mere thought of food made her want to churn more, she knew she had to eat to keep her strength up, or she would not be able to perform her tasks. After all, she was only a pathetic human girl.

She was cut from her self-loathing thoughts by the voice of her Lord, "Didn't I tell you not to clean the doors?" he asked her, and instantly fear gripped her. She knew she disobeyed an order, and that was a very, very wrong thing to do, but she couldn't help it, it annoyed her. It had been drilled into her.

She turned to face him; her head bent low in shame as she nodded. She was in for it now, she just knew it.

"Look at me." He spoke more harshly then he indented to, but damn he was annoyed with her never looking at him. He couldn't be that repulsive, could he?

He contained a sigh as her head instantly shot up on command; almost like she was a robot and he pushed a button that said, "Head Up." on it. For some reason it was quite infuriating the way she acted towards him, yet the fact that she had disobeyed an order gave him some hope that she wasn't totally lost.

"Speak." He knew she could do it, he knew she could. Her file said that she went mute when she was ten, so she had been speaking before, which meant that something had silenced her voice.

Silence.

He grew irritated, "Speak!" he commanded more loudly, forcibly. He wanted to hear her voice, know what it sounded like.

He had made many mute maids speak before, most breaking down once he commanded the second time. They were afraid of him to, just like she was, and they caved and became different people because he forced them to. He would force her to as well, force her to not flinch when he reached towards her, make her look at him when he spoke to her. He would see her crystal orbs full of life.

He was known for it. Changing the poor depressed maids that were once almost machines into living people. He only did one per year; the fact that he did any at all was simply because of his morals. One good deed for the year, he wasn't a total bastard, he could afford that much.

Yet she still remained silent, and it irked him to no end. She was toying with him, he decided, testing him, seeing just how far he would go to make her listen. She listened well, to well, except for small things, like not cleaning the doors. She was his property now, he would make her understand that; things were different here.

"I said speak." He whispered, his voice holding a deadly edge to it. He would make her talk by scaring her.

Silence.

Damn it all she was infuriating, not listening even after he asked three times. His eyes narrowed, and he was about ready to shake her, though he had more self control then that, when he seen her tears. He blinked, the only indication of his surprise, and he stared at her, "Why are you crying?" had he scared her that badly?

She simply stood there, tears leaking from her eyes as she continued to stare up at him. She didn't make a sound; just let the tears fall as her face became expressionless. Her mouth never moved, never even twitched, and she stood there, pale and frail looking.

His orbs narrowed; now that he thought about it, she was a little pale, for human standards even. He took a small sniff of the air, and nearly gagged, 'Damn cleaning supplies…' how he loathed the smell, not only did it sting, but it stopped him from finding out what was wrong with the human before him.

"Answer me." He ordered, and still she only stood there, unmoving, just crying. It bothered him; no one had stood up to him for so long. He was the Lord dammit! He always got what he wanted, changed who he wanted!

Realizing he was starting to grow a little to angry, he turned to leave. He knew if he stayed longer he would do something he would possibly regret later on. Right now, he had to cool off, and maybe send someone to punish her for her disobedience. 'No, I can't do that, then she will never speak.' He thought, and it only made him more frustrated.

He took a calming breath, and reminded himself why he was even bothering with her. She was his yearly case; if he beat her then he would only be making it harder to change her before setting her free. Besides, so what if she was a little harder to crack. It only made things more challenging, and he hadn't had a good challenge for a long while.

Feeling a lot better, he entered his room and sat at his desk again. 'Damn paper work…' he muttered in his mind, looking at the seemingly never-ending stacks. Without wasting further valuable moments, he started on the stacks, his face blank, and his eyes dull.

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Kagome stood there for a long time, the tears still falling freely down her face. It took all her effort to just stand there without wobbling, she only hoped he hadn't noticed. She felt sick, she was scared, more then anything she just wanted to sleep.

She had disobeyed an order given three times to her. Three times, and then an order before that as well. Not only that, but she had managed to infuriate her Lord, which was never a good thing. He might not be so lenient with her; she would be surprised if she only got a simple whip after this.

So she was afraid. And sad. And lonely. And sick.

So she stood there waiting, praying, that he wouldn't have her killed. 'I don't want to die a slave, I want to die a free woman, like my father wished for me.' She thought sadly in her mind.

Why did he even care that she couldn't speak? Was it that important to communicate with her? She was a slave for gods sake, not even a person, just…an item. Always an item. A pathetic item.

The tears spilled more freely, and she couldn't contain herself anymore. She collapsed, and before she could even attempt to stop it, she retched all over the floor. Her body was shaking; she felt ice cold, like someone had thrown her into just melting ice water. She felt weak, and very tiered, and down right depressed.

Her brother was gone, her father was gone, her mother and sister like friend were far, far away, and she had been raped. She had been beaten all her life, she had been mentally abused all her life, and now…oh gods why did she feel so horrible?

Never before had she felt so sad and useless, weak and exhausted, sick even, as she did now. And it had all happened in one swoop; out of the blue it erupted. Sure she had always been depressed, sure she was raped, but it was her life, it never bothered her into feeling physically ill. It never made her act quite this way before. She was so confused!

Her body continued to shake, more violently, and she was only vaguely aware that an icy sweat had erupted over her body. Another wave of nausea washed over her, and, as much as she tried not to, she retched on the floor again.

Her tears fell more furiously now, she just felt so horrible…within no time she began to moan and cry pitiful sobs of pain and anguish. What was wrong with her? She couldn't think straight, even see straight. Everything was turning into a blur of colors. She was so dizzy…cold…tiered…had to sleep…just sleep and it will all go away…

"Woman." she heard a voice somewhere in the distance. It seemed so far away…what did it say again?

"Damn." The voice spoke, but it made no sense. Why did it say flame? Flame what?

Suddenly she felt arms around her, and in the back of her mind she knew she should be panicking at this point. But she was to tiered…didn't care…just wanted to…

…Sleep.

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