Martouf/Divide and Conquer
Pain. Hot. Searing.
Torn between who I am and this demon inside. What have I done?
What will I do?
Thoughts, like a razor's edge, pierce my mind. Past, present and future collide in this act of betrayal against all that I hold so dear.
A whisper. She appears.
Dream or Nightmare?
That she should see me powerless against myself is a horror I cannot express.
Within her eyes, such sadness. Whose tears does she cry? I break free and call to her with the last of my futile resistance.
'Samantha."
She hears me and understands. She alone can save me . . .
and she does.