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They Will Not Ruin Her - An Excerpt from a Novel in Progress
The rain was a powerful beast, and the clouds toiled across the sky as if in warning. Marlow welcomed the cool embrace of the wind. Her head ached with the thoughts that were racing there, the thoughts that she had no control over no matter how hard she tried. Pain was a part of her always; a daily struggle. While the presence was annoying, she also knew she would not be the same without it. In many ways, this pain defined her and made her stronger. Since she was a child, this constant plague had infested her, which made her work harder to prepare for her future.
Her dreams could be reality. That was also clear. Hard and dissolute times were coming. She knew things would never be the same again. The warm tears rolled gently down her cheeks even as she struggled to fight them back. She wished she had time to get Grayson, but there had been no time to do that. There were many people who were going to die today. It was too late for everyone who was left out there.
She closed the door behind her after a brief glance at her companions. They all looked as though they felt the same pain as she; and she knew they did. She struggled to bring herself back into the reality of her situation and what she had to do as she braced herself. When Grace’s hand grabbed hers, she fought back a sob. She realized she had been on the brink of losing her mind to the madness, feeling herself letting go of the pain and monstrosity the new age of life had become, and that is when she defiantly decided she would not let them kill her. She was still young, they would not ruin her.