Fate (narrative)...

battered and bruised, the aching shell that she now was stumbled around in the dark, hoping, wanting. it had been weeks, nay months, that this torture had been carried out, watching in silence ass her body was torn and her soul lost forever. she ached for redemption, begged for forgiveness, cried tears of blood, yet her cried were silent, falling on deaf ears, showing how worthless she really was. nobody in her miserable excuse for a life could be trusted anymore, none of them could understand, none of them give her the time of day. she pushed her aching shell to perform tasks she knew she hadn't the strength for, yet she carried on, not caring about herself but the safety of others. it was getting late, she was tired, sitting in silence, waitng for an unknown cause. a disturbance in the space behind her alerted her senses and she fled. this was it, she couldn't take anymore. breaking down she cried, screaming in agony, yet still nobody came, this was her fate, to suffer in silence and isolated from the world for all eternity...