This Is The Take Over... The Breaks Over

She screams for help but no ones hears. Her words fall not on ears but on skin and there isn't a single physical object sharp enough to break the surface. Save your paper clips, pencils, and razors. The words and pain are far beyond anything she can understand. She only knows the quickness of being alone and it takes her breath away. Give her anything for tonight.

And it's never the same the next day. It echoes of last year, but the memories are not disappearing. She's at the other end of the tunnel, listening to her own voice as it comes back louder.

Her hands are tied to pages inked to bring him back. And no one should ever go through this.... alone.

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