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September 11, 2005

Stacy: Trapped

"Give it back!" she screamed. Had been screaming forever. Would scream until she died.

A hollow laugh floated down the corridor, she turned swiftly towards the noise, but it was gone. She ran blindly down the halls, turning sometimes left, sometimes right.

Her hands were ragged and bloody from clawing at doors that would not open, windows that would not break. Her clothing was stained with her own filth, falling off her increasingly gaunt body.

Trapped in her own mind, she screamed endlessly at a mocking voice she could not find. Outside, the sun shone, birds sang, the world turned.

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