In Between Minds: Grounded

I was a maelstrom of grief and rage, I wanted my baby and I wanted her *now*. In the eye of my storm, I sensed the bright minds around me and swept through them for answers. With each violation, I shrieked with fresh pain, mental and physical voices lifted in mind rending cacophony.

_Do you think you are the only one?_

A single voice etched itself across my consciousness, echoes of sterile rooms and blood red pain flashing behind the words.

_Are you the only one that was speared open and driven to madness?_

The shock of the words slashed across my maelstrom and stole it's fury.

_You must be the only child stolen in the night and forced into Camp 32. A whole camp, just for one girl._

_No, I just..._ I tried to speak in my defense, my storm lost in a tide of confusion and doubt.

_Just what? Want to dish out the pain you received...and be like *them*,_ the faces of my tormentors grew large in my mind, and I shied away from any association with them.

_No!_ I would rather die.

_Then *control* yourself!_