Odd Writing Snipet 2

[iheart_penguins]

Fresh, cool metal touched her skin. Freedom. Finally, she would escape. Sleep would engulf her forevermore in the peaceful blackness. Nothing would hurt. She wouldn't cry. She would just sleep. The knife sliced withering skin easily. Croaked gasps of pain escaped her, but she did not stop. No, she dug deeper, determined that this would all end.

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[sadrach]

I felt like the transition was a little quick, but otherwise I liked it. The new room formed itself surprisingly easily in my mind.

If I was her, I wouldn't have even given him a good morning until he'd answered some questions. This girl is far, far more willing to give someone the benefit of the doubt than I am.

Here's something to note though: before, she was damned and certain of it. Now, she doesn't appear to be, but there is, of course, the lingering suspicion nevertheless. Even she suspects that she's only going tobe hurt again.

SO which is worse: the pain, or waiting for it to happen? Is it perhaps that she's still in hell, and just hasn't realized it yet?