In a dark room that appears to be an empty laboratory with office spaces made up of glass walls and a tiled floor, there she wakes up completely alone.
A beautiful girl who's looks too petite to count as a grown up, but has already lived for too long in just around 20 years of being alive.
She finds herself completely returned to a defenceless and childlike state.
Her whole world is gone, and she has no reason to exists anymore.
Feeling like she has reached the final chapter of her life, she yearns for its completion.
There is nothing else that feels more natural than death in this moment.
But, she lives, and the longer she remains to exist, the more she expects herself to be disappointed by the limbo of having the story continue for longer than it needs to be.
She doesn't know where she is or how she got there, only that she shouldn't be anymore.
She sees a knife left next to her on the floor as she remains leaning against a desk.
She just stares at it, without anything left to think about but unable to make the decision in that moment to take her own life. She just stares at it in silence, waiting for the moment she will make the decision to leave, but she doesn't.
She grows tired and groggy from the clammed state she is in in this silent, dark room, as few, dim, artificial white lights from far away relief on the glass walls.
Grabbing the knife as if a teddy bear finding comfort in escape being at her fingertips, she holds it to her chest as she closes her eyes and lies down on the floor, listening off in the distance as to what else could be in this place with her.
In the darkness, even if the space was man made, there is no man with authority over it.
In the darkness, nature instantaneously claims ownership of the physical space, and it becomes one with the jungle.
Like in the wilderness, she hears echos from afar and the ever so slight chirp of a single cricket down the corridor.
Her own breath, the chirp of the cricket, the echo of distancing movements.
The amount of lively things can be counted on a single hand, all else is the space that these things are trapped in, darkness.
The distance of something moving goes from being frantic to controlled and steady, and starts moving in the opposite direction, towards her.
Separated by buildings and corridors, it's too far away to take notice of even when it is one of the few things that can be counted for making a sound, it blends in with the silence of the space, but now, the anticipation of a door leading to the deep hallway of the laboratories, frightens the girl.
She plays dead, unable to sleep but only seeks rests for now. If she is to die, she will die the way she wants. Dying in itself is not good enough of a want for her, she has to have it taken away, just as she had already taken away her reason to live.
In a booming echo, the door from a hundred metres away opens. Two large doors it sounds like, and the light coming from it feels warm as if connected to a much more animated space.
Whatever was in such a frenzy has now intruded upon the silent space, and is making its way through the deep corridor in the direction of the girl in an a decisive, irritated, and determined fashion.
She closes her eyes tight still holding the knife close to her chest for comfort while scared, laying on the tiled floor warmed by her own body heat but still shivering from the adrenaline, about the cry she keeps her voice down and prays to God to be protected even after everything she has been through and may soon be through.
*STEP STEP STEP STEP*
'Please God protect me I love you so much and I'm sorry for everything please forgive my sins and take care of my mum and dad.', she chants to herself quickly on repeat quiet enough for whatever is stomping over to her to not hear her vocal prayers.
Finally, the entity and her has no walls in between them, it turns to the from the corridors, walking in her direction.
It sounds like it's looking for something, but now is not the time to open her eyes. If she moves even a bit of her eyelids, it may give away the fact that she is still alive and it will pounce on her to kill her in a traffic fashion, a horrific death that the depths of her cannot handle.
She holds her breath, and relaxes her facial muscles, but is unable to stop tears from pouring out of her eyes down her cheeks.
The thing walks past her, and begins to open drawers looking for something, "Tisk", the sound of an irritated young man, angry and on the verge of destroying anything that he deams to be an obstacle.
He hasn't noticed her yet, perhaps it's because it's dark, or because of her small frame, but he is right next to her.
Unable to hold her breath any longer, she cautiously tries to breathe out and breathe back in.
*stop*
His movements become slow again, he might have noticed her.
Anxiety stabs her in the as her incomplete breath is grinded to a hult.
At any moment she will gasp, and she will be caught.
'PLEASE LEAVE PLEASE LEAVE PLEASE LEAVE!!'
She does a half breathe out, trying her best to stabilise her act at playing dead, but the tears rolling down her face says otherwise.
She feels him watching over her supposed lifeless body, and he leans in closer for an inspection.
The anticipation to use the knife on him is felt in her fingertips, and with it hidden behind her arms as she holds it, she still only waits for the right opportunity to use it.
A finger reaches out to under her nose to see if her breath can be felt, she stops breathing again after feeling its presence near her, and she does the softest breathe out that he wouldn't be able to notice touch him, but the moment she tries to breathe in, his finger covers her nostrils.
Immediately her whole body jolts and she opens her eyes, her eyes pour even more tears knowing she's been caught, and she looks up while frozen in fear.
"What the heck is a bratt doing here?"
He gets pissed off but holds himself back from lashing out at her physically for the annoyance of her being there.
Her eyes are well adjusted to the darkness though he can see her better from where the dim light illuminates in her direction.
His shiloette as he paces back and turns around in frustration appears to have a bunch of ribbons or bandages on him like a mommy, wears a hoodied shirt, long jeans, and carries a large scythe.
He's very tall, and his wavey black hair is scruffy.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?! YOU STUPID GIRL! I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!", he clenches his scythe with little self control over his impulses, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU HOLDING?"
He chucks his scythe to the floor with all his meight and aggressively pries her arms open.
She cries, "NO!" before being slapped across the face. Her knife is taken and she is immediately grabbed by the haired and pulled across the floor to his feet.
She anticipates being stomped to death, and covers her head while curled in a ball.
As if he were the vessel that darkness walks through the space it claims, he too has the authority over the jungle of nature's chaos, even if the atmosphere of the jungle is in a pitch black laboratory.