The silence was very deafening and her breathing broke the pregnant stillness.
There were bean size sweats on her forehead and her anxiety for what would occur next was very tiring.
Her muscles were on the edge and she wanted to convulse.
"Wake up Miranda! Wake up!" She pleaded to her subconscious.
There was a shrill laugh bouncing to the four corners of her room.
"You think this is just a dream Miranda! Or a nightmare! No! This is really happening!" The voice was so cold it crept down her spine to her toes.
She looked around and tried to see the creatures that enveloping the darkness.
She remembered that she turned the light on a few minutes ago.
She sat up just to be pinned down back to her bed. There was a jolt of pain on her lower back. The rough wood of her bed must be biting her skin since the worn out thin mattress could protect her the least.
She struggled out from the firm grip to be pressed down some more. She could see a fume enveloping her and choking her out of air. Her eyes stung. Tears were suspended to fall.
"You think you could still escape Miranda?" The voice was bouncing back and forth sounding near and far from her. "It had been 3 years. You were suppose to be here when you were still 16 yet here you are, older than your batchmates. Could you remember what happened 3 years ago, Miranda?" The voice was menacingly frigid.
She shut her eyes. 3 Years ago? she was struggling with poverty then. Filth and garbage were everywhere. She worked callously just to tend 4 hungry mouths. Her aunt succumbed to eternal hollowness and left her broken some more.
Everything came to a stride. She could sense where the voice led her. The memory lapses she had. The gap in her conscious mind. The event that caused her to take another year in high school. The pain. The pit. The darkness.
She screamed.
She wrestled herself out of the unknown force weighing her down.
"No!" She creamed. "You can not do this!"
There was an imperil laugh from wall to wall providing her chills and goosebumps all over.
"You think you can really fight back?" The voice whispered menacingly right next to her ears.
Then she was pulled out of her bunk bed and thrown hard to the wall. She whimpered. She heard a snap from right under her breast. There must be a broken rib. She cried with anguish.
She tried to stand up on wiggling knees just to be knocked down again and she was flown up pinned to the ceiling face down.
Pain vibrated all over her. Unsolicited tears scrolled down from her eyes with beans and beans of sweat.
"You think you will simply get away? You are empty Miranda! You are garbage!"
She couldn't believe why the voice was so full of anger towards her. She was clueless. She had been so conscious not to step on anybody. Meekness and humility were her most treasured virtues. She had fed four young and hungry mouths. She never aimed for fortune but considered coins as wealth already. She avoided looking people in the eye. She was a servant. She just positioned herself to get a degree in college to alleviate hunger from her cousins eyes. A lot of times, people mocked her. Humiliated her. Yet again she denied to fight back.
She was so dumbfounded now what could be the reason of this hatred from someone who refused to be seen. She was helpless. Clueless even of what was happening to her.
Her ribs were broken, she could feel the radiating pain from her chest to her back.
She had metallic taste in her mouth and she realized she was biting the inner of her cheek.
She trembled but she tried to suppress the fear that would somehow knock her down.
She wanted to succumb to hollowness. All her energy were drained from her.
She tried diverting all the pains to one spot and focused all the remaining lame strength she had.
Then she screamed.
She was falling.
Face down to her bed.
She moaned.
Pain pulsing all over her.
It took eternity before the blinding light.
She was confounded for sometime.
A train?
Then there was a hand snatching her from stillness.
"Hey Miranda, right?"
She opened her eyes.
Luke?
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