Chapter 53
She learned.
Slowly, agonizingly, with each day seeming as though it lasted one thousand, she learned how to see in the dark.
She learned how to feel the heat around her, how to sense objects, movement, whispers in the dark.
At first it seemed like death itself had come to be her best companion; she did not know how she would possibly make it seven years with her sanity still intact. There were days when she wanted to slip under the cool waters and never breathe again, days when she felt her humiliation and dependence would choke her. She hated the sympathy in people's voices, hated the way she had to ask for help for every insignificant part of living.