She was trapped the darkness sharpens. Everything fades away, so does the happiness. The vacant holes in her empty heart no longer fill it, but the dread the girl was feeling was out of this world's scaling.
The demon that looked like Nelly smiled and touched her head. The twisted hand with, sickening claws, slowly made a scratch on her exposed forehead. A streak of deliciously looking metallic smelling substance, also known as blood, started dripping down her eyes, blinded her to the grin of the other girl.
There was truly nothing she could mutter or just fight for freedom in this wicked clutter, filled with nothing but horrific beings, that viciously torture and laugh, and the helpless body of this little child.
Nelly swore that she wasn't gonna fall prey to them! Or fall asleep in front of the demon, because through her dreams she could enter, control and live with her. And that was scary, having to exist, knowing you carry another portion of the reflection that is evil to the heart. But that wasn't for her to decide, because her fate had already been suffocated and shoved upside down.
But... NO! SHE WASN'T GONNA GIVE HERSELF TO THE SHADOW, OR FALL INTO THE HANDS OF THE HOLLOWS, TRYING TO DESPERATELY HANG ON HER STRINGS THAT BIND HER MIND, TRYING TO INFILTRATE AND MAKE HER PRECIOSUS LITTLE HEART SUBSIDE AND DIE.
But little did she know, the energy she used to have, wasn't even her own, anymore. All was sucked up, and all was derailed, her body paled out, nullified, frail. Not gonna give up, but she already failed. The demons laughing hysterically, knowing she took her way. Bending her and striping her with the Webs, strings from the very creation, that was the existence of the depths. Nelly didn't even cease, but horridly deceased like a rabbit fallen in the Webs of dreams. With misery hiding underneath. The demon had sucked her dreams, creating her from scratch and tin. Rebirthing in her shiny skin. Waking up, a mortal sin.