Memories of abuse soon start to rain in her mind, flash words, screaming voices, fast forward, rewind, replay, seemingly never ending haunts. She sits in all this misery and discourse and yet the casual passer by would see a calm and relaxed exterior. Her eyes tell another story, what demon’s lye beneath?

She begins to examine where her life is, is she in it at all? As she sits with a glassy stare she begins to ponder on her existence. How did she come to be where she is, is it because of her past,  is it to hard to move on? Questions race through every fibre of her, pulling and shaking her existence.

‘Why Me’ escapes in absolute desperation from a small opening within her fragile mouth.

The world seems to be moving around her, pulsating, bright, endless movements and yet she is frozen in time, she is with them but apart, disconnected, isolated. She has been violated. To the world she is Jenny. To herself she is nothing, for nothing is incapable of feelings. Perhaps that is where she needs to be to survive those endless moments of consciousness.