She had chaos inside her head, a cacophony of muddled up thoughts. Her knees felt weak. She sat down on the rug which was still wet from the spilled wine. The splintered glass hurt her, causing blood to ooze out of her fingers. This red wine got mixed with that on the rug. Her thoughts made their way back to Alaska and her labyrinth. She was unsure if Alaska was right in going "straight and fast", but the idea of skipping the labyrinth was enticing. She desired to escape, run from the torment that had been inflicted into her. She wanted to draw the curtains, once and for all. Yet, in the cacophony of muddled up thoughts, there was one voice. Clear and loud. One she couldn't evade if she wanted to. She didn't know whose it was, but it wasn't hers. It couldn't be hers. "There's light at the end of the tunnel" said it, "there's a new hope when one dies. The way out of the labyrinth that you've been looking for, is HOPE, for hope reigns all."
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