Breakaway

Everything was dark, it had been dark for a while. She couldn't remember how she got here or when. She didn't even know where she was. She couldn't see anything, she felt like she wasn't even breathing. Maybe she wasn't. It wasn't... relieving. It was in some way but, she didn't want to die. She didn't want to never see her family again. A family she may have nearly forgotten, but they weren't. She thought of them on the darkest nights, the hardest hours. She wondered what her life would be like if she was still in the castle. She wondered what they were doing in her absence.

Well, she had thought. Right now, there was nothing. Her body laid out inside the floor of the cathedral. It was dark but maybe that was because of the sanctuary the grapevines cast overhead. She was completely unconscious for some time, limp right there on the plush floor. Ropes were bound around her neck and waist, she was bleeding from the fight she had to get away from her captors, gripped around her throat and lashed along the midsection on each side of her spine with a few other bites around her shoulders and sides. Somehow she made it here. Somehow she outran them. And she did feel safe in some way even if not aware.

She gasped for air but didn't move her legs or the rest of her body, she still wasn't really conscious but it was almost like a jolt of life ran through her. She wasn't in a bad fatal situation, but she was bleeding, weak, and tired. She'd probably be okay on her own, only if she wasn't found. She still laid there one with the grounds of the cathedral only lost in an emptiness of her unconscious mind.

"Asheila"