Short story 1 - Dead Walls Lie (sample 1)

The air is chilly, misty lights beam through hundreds of minuscule cracks in the decaying walls, a few beams bouncing off the single lonely item in this hell hole, a grimy almost opaque freestanding mirror, the only other VISIBLE object in this room besides myself. Yes, I feel as though I'm an object, a thing, not a living or breathing 28 year old woman, not anymore. I haven't been THAT 28 year old woman for a number of days now, or has it been a number of weeks or months??? I'm trying to prepare myself, I'm backed into a wall encrusted with mould, climbing from the battered skirting boards to the chip board paper ceiling, my bare heels digging into the moist floorboards, I have become well acquainted with this doorless, windowless, nasty, vacant fetid room. Vacant??? Oh that's what she wants me to think, that's what she wants me to believe! I am here, right here, looking, listening, breathing...breathing...breathing..! I breathe in, SHE breathes out. I breathe in, SHE breathes out. I breathe in... She grabs my throat, I freeze...The grip of a single long, cold, boney hand around my throat gets tighter, tighter, tighter. I'm screaming inside, yelling, begging, pleading, my head's going to explode, heart is pounding, eyes bulging, ears burning, veins bursting, arms struggling... I feel her breath on me, the strong smell of rotten flesh would make anyone nauseate. Then all of a sudden, she let's go... I breathe in, I breathe out, I breathe in, I breathe out, I breathe in... I drop. I drop to my knees I struggle to catch my breath, my lungs feel as though they are on fire. My throat, eyes, ears, my skin is burning, even the air around me feels heavy, so heavy. "Tell me, where is He?" She whispers sinisterly in my left ear. I smack my ear as though a vexatious wasp beats it's wings a million times per second within it. I smack it, I smack it and I smack it again! I bang my head on the damp floor repeatedly yelling I DON'T KNOW,I DON'T KNOW, I FUCKING DON'T KNOW YOU FUCKING BITCH. HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY IT??? GET OUT, GET OUT, GET AWAY FROM ME..." I can't take this anymore, my aching brain, sahara dry eyes and my limp body cannot take this torture, this existance anymore. The following 10 seconds of eerie silence only broke once SHE hissed her maleficent rhyme "One step, two step, step three and four, you will be free once I know more..."