“After losing her head, she realized that the rest of her body was falling apart!”
Her arms scarred and covered in dark blue-yellow septic bruises lay beside her, she could feel her toes curling in back into her feet stiffening with each second. It hurt very much.
Out of her belly button oozed the pungent smell of decaying flesh. She was a living, decomposing carcass.
Covered in white head-to-toe they stood around the bed and studied her decaying body as one would a beautiful work of art, a hand reached out and grabbed something beside her she couldn’t see what it was.
Turning to face her the hands squeezed the object intensely she found it harder to breath with each squeeze.The object started turning blue and her eyes rolled backwards into her skull like white pearls on the beach,…
The shrill scream rent the air, the nightmare had become a reoccurring part of her life.
The drugs had started to wane but was she ever going to recover mentally…..?
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