Run for your life - part 5

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She tried to answer, but she couldn't. It was like she was lost in some corner of her own mind. She listened hard trying to decifer the voices around.

Some of them demanded why she was there, why wasn't she responding. They accused her of giving up. They said that she was young, she could fight harder, she could stand up, hold on into something. They said that this situation was her fault and that only her could manage to get out of it. They kept calling her name over and over again.

She felt guilty, although knowing that she could´t try harder than she already was. She tried to speak, to move her body in some way that someone could see that she was listening but not even one finger moved with all the concentration that she'd put on it.

Other voices were more mercyful. These didn't talk much. They only said that she had gone through much and would eventually find a way to get out of it.

Her head was all puzzled. Where did these people came from? Who were they? Why was she feeling gloomy about there judment on her, if she didn't know who they were? Why wasn't her voice coming out? Why wasn't she moving? For how long was she lying there? And where was she lying?

She analized everything that was being said. Tried to distingish the people behind the voices, but didn't recognized anyone in particular. She only could tell that the repremending voices came from a lot of people and the mercyful came from only one. The repremending voices weren't always the same. They changed from time to time, but the mercyfull was always there, beside her stone body.

The thoughts bounced around inside her skull like a disoriented swarm of bees. The buzz were almost deafing because they were all mixed with the sharp external voices.

She was bewildered and angry. She wanted to get up and tell everyone to butt out. All she needed was to be alone. The eager was to be alone fisically and mentally. If she could, she'd've erased even her thoughts and would stay there in a blank, peacefull silence. But the spiraling voices inside and outside didn't seem to tune out no metter how hard she tried.


To be continued