Pain Part 2

All is quiet in this incredible expanse, all but my weak and muffled sobs.

Pain did his job, and to that, he did reasonably well.

My body shudders, oh the mere thought of what he can do.

Somewhere in the distance, in the darkest corners of my mind, I can still hear his laughter, mocking and teasing, laughing at my cries. Oh, how that bastard came through.

Inch by torturous inch, I slide, and with every laborious breath, I gather myself, pulling myself to a seated pose.

My body sways to and fro, my mind spins, it feels as if my insides are going to spill.

I cautiously check for wounds with clammy hands, and to my surprise, I find that there are none.

I gather my strength, listlessly, I stand. That bastard lied! He did not break my knees, and I am still in one piece.

Suddenly something strange is seen, why there's a mirror on the wall.

On bare tips of toes, I creep, off to the darkened mirror I go. I stand and stare in disbelief. So stunned, you could say, I see no blood, nor cuts or bruise, why there's hardly a tear in my eye.

My cheeks sunken in, my appearance nearly hollow, "This is Bullshit," I call out, screaming at the top of my voice. "Pain! What have you done? I am still me; I am still one. You said you'd do your worst, yet you lied, just like the rest, just like my first!"

I clench my fists, anger in my eyes as I look to the sky, and with all its glory of gloom and doom, slowly, I begin to cry.

Without warning, I hear something shuffle, a kind of crawling, something clawing. This new sound it is getting quite clear.

Gradually I am turning to face this new foe, my head, my feet, my torso. I grit my teeth, narrow my eyes; bending forward, I try to get a better view. I will not be caught off guard; I will not be surprised.