Pain backs me into a corner. I sink to the floor using the wall for support. My head rests on my knees as I hug myself tight, an act of comfort that does anything but. I know this space . . . this corner with my name etched into the stone, still bloody from the last time I clawed and scratched at it. Fear holds me here, whispering harrowing tales of where Pain has taken me before.
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