They laid on the uncomfortable cot, eyes unfocused and body limp and curled. They barely ate and drank. Sleep only coming when their eyes refused to remain open. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? They didn't know. How could they when they were trapped in a prison of their mind. Hearing the screams of pain, the sounds of whips and blades through the air. The screams were their sister's yet...they had seen her after. She wasn't harmed....A trick? Illusion? They swallowed, throat brushing against the metal now circling it. It wasn't real. It was all a terrible dream. They couldn't be an aberrant. The Phantasma's grasp proved it. So why? Why were they collared like an animal? Why were they stuck here, away from everyone, and unable to leave or let anyone know? The pain returned in their chest. A whimper that evolved into a sob as they curled up. The sounds replayed again. Again. Again. Never ending. Unable to be stopped. They were going to die in here. Alone. Chained down by a lie. A lie they refused to believe yet the others accepted as fact. Their words were heard by none. Their blue eyes, surrounded by faint grey sclera, glazed over with tears that soon fell. What a dull end. To be locked in a box forever. Both outside, and inside their mind.
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