[Mizeria]

The current hit her like nothing she had ever felt before. Any skin she had against the floor burned slightly, and as her brain registered the pain she tried to scream... well, did scream, but the sound never came out. Her voice was flawed. Broken. It wasn't that her throat was dry. More of her voice had left her completely. Had they damaged her? What happened... She thought back but could only remember the mirror in the rest room and the smirk on her lips.

Panic hit her in such a wave there was nothing she could do. She started to shake. Tears fell from her eyes. Silent sobs left her as she lay there helpless and in pain. Each movement hurt her more. She had to find a way to get out. She couldn't last here anymore... She wished for him... and then wished she hadn't. He had died so many years ago leaving her alone....

Her mind froze on his face, or really just those eyes. She fell into them any time she looked at them. Chocolate brown. Deep and loving. He was her protector... and he had died because of her. She tried to bring herself out of these thoughts. She focused on the panic, but that didn't work. Even with everything the guilt rang true. Panic attacks taking away the past? No way. Just increases the memories ten fold.

Twenty minutes later she lay still. Heart rate back to normal levels. Tears dried on her face. Wounds still fresh and hurting. She took a deep breath and forced herself to move. She stood on her crappy sneakers. Ripped and torn from over use. She was in an oversize white t-shirt and shorts. She couldn't figure out why they had changed her clothes when she first got here... but that was so long ago she couldn't remember what she had been wearing before.

Her legs, arms, and stomach were burned. Badly. She couldn't figure out where the current came from. She walked to the bars and looked down the hall. Hers was the very last cell on the left if you were walking towards her end of the hall. The cell across from her was empty. She reached for her voice again praying for some noise. Any noise. Nothing.

She didn't know what else to do... Maybe it would heal if she got some water... but she wasn't sure.. Her healing powers worked on the more vital things first. As she was sure her voice was not top priority it would take a while, and a good deal of water, for the healing to get that far. It wasn't something she could control....

She was a mute. Things were just getting better and better....