A women I have never met

All the monsters of the world don't have faces; one look in a dark room can conjure so many things in our mind we will deem ourselves insane. Hoping what your mind conjures isn'tisn't real, you believe there is nothing in the room, just a room without any lights. But putting too much thought into it can make you see things that don'tdon't exist. Here you will find out insanity has always been within you; now it'sit's just out.

The notion of the devil being far away from the heart is a whimsical thought. But in actuality, it's always been inside of us, and it makes us do things that we never imagined. 

The start

It is difficult to write down the pain of anyone who went through a tornado of atrocity within a few days. Life never gave them the slightest wind that it could end up badly. Naivety has its fair share of illusion that people hold on to their dying breath. Nobody wants to lose it, as it will force you to dip your toes in the swamp.

The innocence of childhood is a strong emotion that makes a living, breathing organism a human being. The right mind tells us to be ourselves and never fall into the pit of sins. People who are swimming in the swamp hold different beliefs as they try their best to hold your hands long enough to drag you into their carousel.

The second

A wound inflicts pain; at first, your whole body will feel the severity of the wound, but after a while, the body will get used to it. In a day or two, the pain will be nothing but mild annoyance. Even if the wound is shaped like a rock, it will be nothing but a mere annoyance after a while. The human body is a miraculous wonder in the world, and it can handle so much pain before letting a person die.

The survival nature of the human body is a ray of hope to the people who are striving to live another day and a never-ending curse for those who just want to go to eternal sleep. The quality of fate lies in the decision it leaves to the people. People who don'tdon't wanna live to get handed a body that is strong enough to die, and the people who want to live have to get adopted into a weak corpse.

The third

Tears flow from both sides, both in agony and pain. And the whole world becomes a spectator who wants everything but doesn'tdoesn't even lift a single finger. It is downright hilarious, there are over a million people around us, but none of them can hear us at the right moment.

Maybe they do but restrain their action. Every second, they also share the second with us. But they don't raise a finger or say a word, which makes you wonder how they live with themselves. 

The moment when we are ready to sacrifice our lungs for attention, fate always gets in our way as it shields people from hearing our cries. Most of the time, the initial fear gets the worst of us as it leaves us down the path of no regret.

We can hardly tell where we will end up, but we agree to it, always. A single thought of any injury is a feeling nobody wants in their life. They know it, and soon the victims find themselves rolling down the hill catching more debris on the way down.

The forth

The true color of the world only shows when you see your blood spilling around people. As they will do nothing but watch you suffer day in and out. Only then can we see the rainbow has always been a lie as your suffering casts you into a world of pure whiteness?

A man-made blank space, something that has always existed, but witnessing it is a whole new and different experience. 

Some don'tdon't want to see or hear as they close their eyes and the windows of their house in fear of facing reality. It goes on to tell you the world doesn't care in the slightest; in times of need, you will see words floating in the air like clouds. And like the clouds, the words from the people slowly disappear on the horizon.

The fifth

All the strength victims muster from their mind disappear after a while. Once the cloud disappears, it reveals an ugly side of the world. It'sIt's like people never wanted to help; all they ever wanted was to hold the hands of the victim just so they could feel better. Everybody wants to be part of everything but certainly to an extent.

Any soul will feel alone when you take the mask off the people all around them. Even if you are surrounded by millions, you will always feel alone, and you will be alone. You can force people to feel your pain or understand it. Some are raised differently than others. Human beings are capable of caring emotions, but not all of them are towards non-blood people.

So few will open their doors, only a handful will open the windows, and most of them will either peek from the corner or close the doors and windows from screams. 

The sixth

All the paper from the textbook about trusting one another becomes a never-ending lie dripped in the blood of those who died to the word injustice.

The open wound gets festered with rotten aliens that eat the part of you that was once considered human. The pain is unbearable, but it is the only thing that her body feels. There'sThere's no other emotion they allow her to even have; relentless beatings have stripped away all the memories from her mind.

She closed her eyes, hoping in the darkness, she could hide. May get lost in a memory of the days of the past. A window that can make their head believe that she is once again outside feeling the warm air of the sunny day, holding hands with the people who loved her. But they made her open her eyes and look at their faces as they tore her flesh inch by inch.

Leaving her in a state of shock, comfort has its line. Pain always pushes the line further. The mind gets to all the changes. When you are locked up, you will start questioning the existence of walls, windows, doors, and, lastly, sanity.

The seventh

Some thrive on the blood of vulnerability; the more you cry, the stronger they become, the stronger they are, and the more damage they will inflict on the flesh. At times, the mind rationalizes the worst of human beings. Doing the worst pushes the limit of thrill. Soon the pursuit of thrill clouds the sanity inside.

Every action now holds the same meaning, even if they are vastly different from the other. The brain fails to realize the degree between good and bad. You suddenly reach the point of the medium. All of these new thoughts metamorphosed into a train. Now the train is heading to run you over and over again until your body doesn'tdoesn't move away from the tracks.

The Eight

She went through it all for what felt like an eternity. They stripped her from her clothes and her dignity. They paraded her as a living piñata. Like an empty vessel with no soul, she moved from one place to another, hoping for things to be different. But all of them made her sleep on the track while making her wait for the train.

She had to go through that dozens of times every day. Sometimes even more, but she could hardly tell any difference. At first, she waits for her nightmares to be over, but after a while now, she just waits for a second of breathing time before they decide to come back.

They always did, but every time things were becoming darker. Gradually, they played with her eyes, and now it made the nights last even longer. Sun was shining as always, but she couldn't see it at all. For her, the nights lasted longer, and the air around him became colder.

The ninth

The wounds never healed; the body stopped a long time ago. As it became clear, even her fate was pushing her off the cliff. But she wasn'twasn't dying. She begged for death, but remorseless eyes desire only pain. A conveyor belt of agony made her into a creature that shares little to no resemblance to the human being. 

All the parts of her body dissolved in the harsh world of degeneracy. She couldn't do anything to stop it from happening. Her mind was the only thing that she had any control over, and they took control over every vein of her body. She was strong, even if her body lay on the floor begging for sweet relief. 

The story never reached the final chapter, and every second felt as if fate was just flipping the pages to the worst of human beings. She wanted it to stop; she wished her for the end. Even the worshipped abandon their followers in their time of need.

The tenth

A sense of loneliness only comes even if hope fails to answer your call. Everything continued in the restless nights. At times, dreams become a cruel joke; getting out was more torture than the things that happened to her every time she heard the footsteps march into the room. 

Even after death, injustice never lets go of her body. It leaves its mark deep into her flesh. Every single claw pierces the victim'svictim's soul, and a dead person can'tcan't express joy or anger. They remain still all the time, and the blood seekers liches off her all day, every night.

Finale

They don'tdon't feel pain or any remote expression; the only thing they do is exploit.

After death, her whole body became a ride in an amusement park. Only built to give people the thrill for a short while. The entire park is made of her bones and veins loosely connecting from one detached platform to another. None of them was allowed to enter, but they did with heavy coercion.

Shredding her soul at a time until she became a hollowed-out vessel of nothingness. They all saw her as flesh that needed to be rotten to the core. She tried her best to hold it in, and her fingers were bleeding on edge just to keep the decency from washing away. 

She begged the cruel fate to end her life, but it refused. Instead of relief, it dragged her to the cauldron in hell, boiling in lava. But she stopped feeling the pain a long time ago, and she accepted it.

That angered them more, and they couldn't stand the sight to see her keep holding on to her beliefs. They were no longer human beings when they entered the room, a personification of pure evil. The one that thrives on cruelty. And they knew in their heart that they can't go back; the line for humanity was already crossed.

She also knew what fate had for her future. At last, she begged them to put an end to her, but they refused all the time. The cruel fate that made her live a life of living hell knocked on her door for the one last time.

But this time, it took her with it.