And so she sat there: sitting on the sinking floor, grasping onto the melting walls surrounding her in this realm of utter chaos and disaster. There was no escape in sight. The ceiling was falling and her breath was almost crushed to dust and the dust was almost crushed to rock and the rock was almost crushed to dust again. Suddenly there came a sound: a call that took her soul away. She knew the end was nearer because she felt no pain. The air surround her was burning blisters into her heart.
She crept into oblivion: her soul fading into empty space abandoned by even the slightest of air. Breathless and beginning to panic: she stumbled over the gruel and grime of past broken dreams sharp with their bitter edges of lost cause and unfulfilled potential. They cut her deep and scarred her aching bleeding feet, but she carried on. Crawling and crying using all of her will and wit to find her way. She had decided to persevere.
Keep on fighting people. There’s light at the end of the tunnel.