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Chapter 2
River woke with a bad pain in her head. "Little men with knifes digging around." She muttered as she sat up, looking around her bunk. It was familiar but different. It had a different feel. She was intrigued; she could feel the presence of some thing in there with her.
"Not now! No, please!" Memories lashed Rivers head. The pain, the anger, all had resulted in nothing. Just another fit, Simon had said, but he didn't understand, they never understand.
River got dressed in her favorite red dress, and pulled a pink jumper on to keep her warm. Still bare foot, River walked silently out of her bunk, careful not to wake Simon, who was a light sleeper. River let her feet walk, and sunk deep into her head. Echoes of the man's voice floated around; carrying with them the pain she had felt the day before. Hidden messages. Why doesn't any one understand? She needed to show them. They had to see.
River's feet had taken her further than she had thought, but it didn't matter. She was in the engine room. The engine talked to her, soothing the pain she felt. River sat in a position where she wasn't visible from the door to the engine room, and just thought. She needed to show them the pain she felt every day, she needed to find a way. Suddenly the engine room grew cold, as the presence that was in her bunk followed her to the engine room. River smelt burnt flesh. In her mind she saw flames, needles, blue hands.
Then River heard a man's voice, screaming for the torture to stop. The engine's roar drowned out the screaming coming from River's mouth, River felt the needles, pulling at her skin, hurting her eyes, taking her blood, until she could take no more, and she ran screaming from the engine room, away from the pain, away from the needles, and away from the presence that haunted her, but she couldn't get away, it was apart of her, and no matter what she did, River could never drown out the memories, the memories of what they did to her, the memories of the happy times before she had so willingly taken herself into the cold, blue hands.