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Stormie

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The concrete was cold, hard and rough beneath her cheek.
The visions were blurred, mixing, and swimming.
The pain was merciless, domineering and searing.

Someone called to her, but she didn't hear them. Someone hovered over her face, but she barely saw them. Noise and movement merged as one. Light danced on her face. She closed her eyes.

Why. Why. Why.

She tried twitching a finger, but couldn't feel it. She tried opening her eyes again - maybe she would see something and the visions would clear - but they were too heavy. She tried to take a breath, but couldn't feel the air, feel anything.

Why.

Stormie.

Why.

She imagined her mouth moving. She imagined she could talk.

There was a face. A wild eyed woman with messy black hair peppered with grey streaks.
And another face. All she could see was red.
Red merged with a third face. This time, black moved towards her.

Black.

Funny thing, that people do such crazy stuff all because of love.
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