She lied there under the stars in the luke warm spring night. Her eyes shot from star to star, picking up shapes and figures. Her mind buzzed with the incoherency of the world. Everything played itself in her mind. The screams, the tears, the laughter, the smiles, all of it. With a heavy sigh she sat up rubbing her now throbbing head.
"Not this again," she groaned softly.
She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Everyone in camp was asleep. Deep breathing and snores synchronized around her, their dreams filing into her. Attempting to be rid of the nuisance, she shook her head, thumping it with the heel of her hand.
The confusion rioting inside of her head was increasing her already unbearable migraine. Aisha threw off her blankets and reached for her violin. Silently, she crept away from camp towards the welcome embrace of the ocean edge. The soft spring breeze played in her vine-like curls, wrapping her in it's gentle embrace.
For a moment she just stood there, looking out over the depths of the mass of blue in front of her. She closed her eyes letting the wind caress her gently. For a moment the world was silent, nothing existed but her and the ocean. For a single moment she felt a peace that was rather uncommon in her life.
High pitched screams interrupted her bliss, causing a sharp ache deep within her skull. A groan slipped from her lips as her hand went to the ache. It was coming. Again. Her eyesight started to blur. Her body tensed, awaiting the oncoming pain. Her knees gave out, slamming her into the soft cool sand. Sharp shards of pain traveled all through her body as if attacked by knives. Her eyelids closed, hoping to bring back the bliss that had just left her. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer at the beach. She was in an alley. She felt her. Felt her fear,her desperation.
Ragged breaths rebounded off the stone walls. Two men stood over the woman while one held her arms. They started tearing her garments, her corset slipped easily bringing down her bodice with it. She was stripped, her chemise the only piece of clothing covering the woman's body. Tears spilled down Aisha's face with the knowledge of what was about to happen. As much as she wanted, she could not take herself out of her phase.
Aisha's stomache lurched with the dinner she had had previously. The girl screamed and her stomach reacted, emptying its contents on the sand. Aisha's head lifted, hoping to capture the ocean instead of the terrible scene playing in front of her. She couldn't take much more of this.
Aisha felt around in the cool sand for her discarded violin. She found her bow string along with the instrument and started her music. The melancholy notes drifted into the night, distracting her somewhat from the misery. She focused on her playing with an intensity that struck her.
No matter how hard she concentrated on her playing the screams refused to cease. They continued, getting louder and louder by the second. Aisha's music intensified, signaling the end of this agony.
The last scream was unleashed from the girl's lips and nearly tore Aisha apart. Her music died with the girl's last breath.
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