Hills of endless sand past by the window Sara stared out of. She wondered if it would be the last bit of nature she would ever see again, the last bit of world she would ever exist in. Sara wondered if she would die amongst those hills, where no ocean lay beyond. She wondered if this was truly her end. For the first time in the last week or so, for she had lost track of time, Sara pitied herself and her lonely existence. Not only did she pity her sad excuse of a life she had been living, but she pitied herself in her current position. She was so hungry she could no longer feel the hunger; she was so thirsty she could no longer feel her thirst; she was so tired she could no longer find her strength.
Sara watched the hills pass by until they started to fade from light to dark shadows and once again she fell into her black miasma that imprisoned her. Sara had not seen her captor turn around nor had she felt the needle that he stuck into her hip yet again. Sara did not know that she had not simply fallen asleep after her exhaustion finally took over her and swept her into the darkness. Sara did not know what lay ahead or where she was headed, but maybe that was a small miracle at best.
Her neck was stiff as she opened her eyes. Above her shown a thin bit of light that was soon fading as an object blocked it completely out. And then she closed her eyes again, feeling like dreaming in both worlds; reality and make-believe.
Water rushed in, she was drowning.
She couldn't breath.
It burned.
Her lungs begged for air.
She thrashed around, trying to break free from the waters' tomb. But her hands only scrapped at tile and glass. A pitiful attempt at breaking free from the unbreakable walls, thrashing at the hands that held her beneath. It was then that Sara awoke again, water pounding on her face. She moved stiffly away and sat within the middle of the darkness. The water had begun to puddle around her as her eyes got used to the dark. She was sitting in a tub, the ceramic sleek against her hand, water rushing over it. There was no drain. There were no knobs. Only tile, glass, and two shower heads that were located on both sides of her. The shower head on the right was the one pounding down into the tub.
Sara stood placing her hands against the cold tile walls. The cold water now beat into her side. She looked up only to see more glass and a tiny green light shining in the corner. As Sara reached out to touch it, the second shower head came on. Only this one pounded out scalding hot water. When the hot water hit Sara's other side, she screamed a guttural scream and lost her footing on the bottom of the slippery tub. Her head connected with the ledge of the tub, creating a gash that bleed into the clear dark water. Sara's eyes closed as she was lost into her unconsciousness.
A/N: Sorry for the very long delay. Haven't had time for the writing but hopefully next week when I take off for my own spring break, I will have a lot more free time for my stories.
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