Ficlets100 prompt#9 - pain
She hated herself, this cycle. Whether she had been taken over or taken it in by it she wasn't truly sure. All she knew for sure was it was part of her; it was her. Days spent listlessly pretending to follow her professors as they taught in the usual manor. Each seemingly mindless to what goes on in the dark of night. While at night, she would become one with the pain that she sought as a release from the fear that grips her. It was a vicious cycle of passionate pain and listless fear, round and round, never ending.
