| [ It's completely silent in her dreams , the small girl finding herself under the very tree she had been left to die under . The bruises on her body are gone , the pain and soreness is gone , but the cursed tattoo still remains painfully imprinted on her right cheek , red and swollen . Her mind is blank for a few moments as she sits underneath the trees , no breeze , no scent in the air -- only the silence and the tattoo . Maybe she's finally died ? Maybe she was finally killed and sent to Hell , where they told her she would go . ]
... Mommy?
[ Her voice is small as she wraps small hands around her knees , pulling them close to her chest , locks of orange clinging to her cheeks . ] |
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