Mel opens her eyes to night sky, all her memories of pain gone for the moment. But then they rush back, trying to kill her on the inside, so that they can have her body of sticks and stones.
The pain surges through her, tearing at any life left in her. It doesn't give up, "they" might be gone but their words tumble under her closed eyelids. They sting her like a swarm of angry wasps. They reach in to her, drive the sticks deeper into her flesh, hurt her until she breaks. Torture her for their mere pleasure, for they came back after minutes. Maybe making her feel so dead, so stupid, and broken wasn't enough. Wasn't enough to fill there disgusting minds, wasn't enough for them to stop. Sadness pricks her body like needles, sewing up the holes in her. The stab her with sticks, pelt her with rocks the size of baseballs, but worst of all, they tell her how revolting she is. How they wish she weren't here, how they wish she'd just die and go to hell already.
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