It's already over. [rempykins]

Fayelyn Rose Young tosses and turns in her bunk, unable to sleep safe and sound. She restlessly kicks her blanket off her body, feeling the sweat evaporate off her skin, cooling the petite-sized girl. She resists the temptation to open her eyes. The squinting becomes pain. The pain becomes relief. She clenches her fists, driving her self into a head-on collision with a nightmare. The darkness is already taking over; intruding her helpless body. She feels someone's tight grasp on her wrist and she attempts to scream, but no sound escapes from her body.

Crimson liquid flows across the black abyss, dripping from a slice on her arm. Only now does the small sixteen-year-old feel the hurt. She stares back at the dark figure before her, confused. The unknown, unfamiliar man only turns away, disappearing into thin air. Fayelyn blinks open her eyelids, arriving in a cold sweat. Unfamiliar territory.

She tries to make up of her surroundings. All she can see is a blood solution staining her dress, rocks digging into her skin and water seeping into her lungs, drowning her. The source seems to be her wrist and she feels her hand grip a knife. How did she get here? Was she not asleep only moments ago? Surely, she hadn't attacked herself. It was that man, right? Faye forces her brown eyes to look at her wrist, where she sees the marks. Fingerprints. The rough, callused fingers of the unfamiliar man. That damn monster of a human attacked her. Right?

Or was it herself?

She pushes herself, aching, from the gory creek. only soon to feel relief. Her brown eyes appear dull, cold; dead. The blade of a sharp knife faces the pebbles of creek where she stands. Her white dress now stained in a diluted scarlet red. Her brunette locks are drenched. She no longer seems to be the abused victim, but, rather, the murderer.

Is she her own enemy?