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The room was dark and cold. Autumn sat in the corner of her bed, and stared into her depression. Her eyes had long since grown accustomed to the lack of light. She looked around at what little she’d been blessed with. She had a bed, blankets, some clothes, a chair and a desk, all lain out on a beautifully cold cement floor.

There was laughter from outside her room, and she followed the noise with her chocolate eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks when she recognized the owners.

“From mate to mistress in the blink of an eye…” she whispered, gently caressing where her heart would have been, if it weren’t broken and tossed into another corner of the room. She had long since stopped trying to fix it. It only ended up hurting more.

The lovers’ voices faded, leaving her staring; glaring after them, the silence becoming a hateful vacancy. The void was quickly filled by the disembodied voice of a little girl, who responded to her previous statement, but Autumn had long since stopped paying attention, especially since the shear presence of the child stabbed at her painfully and tormented her mercilessly.

Autumn grazed her fingers over the scars on her arms, evidence of her torment. Tears slipped, once again, down her face. Silent tears which left cold trails in their wake. Her chin quivered and she lowered her head; her hair creating a curtain around her as she, once again, left evidence of her torment…