"Dont! That doesn't belong to you!" said the voice in the dark.

"But why not. Have I not earned myself this?" her thin voice spoke, as dust rose off the ground.

"Dont be a fool! What you see can't become your's!"

Saying this the voice motioned her to lower her head and in fear she did too. But she tried to steal glances at what she thought was rightfully hers. She knew that it was meant to be hers. But she'd rather not question and she knew why. Why? Because her time would come.

Lying on the dark and bloody floor of what looked like hell she waited with baited breath for her time to come. She knew that the blood that was spilt there was hers and there would be an end to it. The Voice circled her, mocking and teasing her. Making her rise and then drop. Waiting for her to beg, but she wouldnt and she made sure of that. The Voice taunted her, jabbed her, pushed and pulled her, but in vain.

She thought at some point she would give in. It was ofcourse scary. All the darkness,the smell of blood iron and The Voice. She couldnt ignore it even though she knew it'd soon be torn by white light. A light so bright that The Voice would scream its last.

She waits in the dark, for that light and with that light she knows she'll take with her, what is hers and was almost meant to be....

Signing Off

Me