• All that is left of her sobs are her now damp sleeves. She closes her tear dried eyes and takes a deep breath- she is still deep in pain. Stuck in the dark corner of her mind. Picking at her thoughts- carefully. Then she comes across something so strange, a feeling so unknown. She is numb. This has never happened before. She picks up her weapon, and begins to write. Alas, no words trail out of the tip of her pen. So many thoughts cramp her mind, yet none are brave enough to come out. Scrambling to get something on the paper, she panics. "what's happening," she cries. Not even she can answer, but she still tries. The battle is over, but she has yet to surrender. She will search for thoughts, ideas and wishes. She will find something that will want to be written. She will find the right words, and decribe just how she is feeling. She will use them as guns, and fight.