Alana's Pain

Alana’s grey eyes narrowed when I walked into her cell. She was hunched in the farthest corner of the room, her face smeared with what I hoped was only blood and dirt.

My stomach cringed inwardly at her appearance. Her hair which had been shoulder length the entire time I had known her was much longer now, almost to her waist. It was mussed up, darkened by the dirt and what looked like blood, that was encrusted on the hair near her scalp. Red circles rimmed her brooding eyes like she had been crying recently and, large, dark purple bags hung heavy beneath them. I wondered at the depth of her sanity at this moment, because she certainly didn’t look very with it.

Her body was so thin, almost as thin as me. It was disturbing. I wanted to remember her as the woman who commanded my attention the first time we met, but all I saw was the shell of what she once was. What had Tynan done to her?

Maybe I could come back later. I swallowed my fear, realising that there m