manybellsdown

Before the pain I remembered nothing. Not the nothing of vague, fuzzy recollection, but pure absence of anything. I came into existence in agony, and what followed was no less. Every breath I drew turned into an attempt at a scream – no sound came out, for my keepers saw to it that I could make no noise. Eventually I grew accustomed to the constantly-tormented nerve endings – grew accustomed to the pain. And then a different kind of nothing claimed me. The void that claimed me was what I later learned to call apathy. I continued breathing, and eating and sundry other bodily functions, but they held no interest. If my keepers had no