When she woke up the other girl was gone, and so was Pain. She was sitting on a floor that was cold, hard and uncomfortable. She looked around to see if there was any way out of this place. There was a door, but the doorknob was gone. As if the door never really had one from the beginning. She started to think about what happened back there. Before she came to the forest. She remembered the other girl, when they where standing in front of each other. Right before the black feeling. She felt it, at the moment she touched the other girls hand, she saw her memories. And everything about them was real. As if it was her own memories she was looking into, those memories she barley could remember. But that girl had them all. She knew everything, and she was her key.

The other girls name was Kira. She saw it when she looked inside her memories. And Kira was the same as Ino. But Kira was also connected to Pain somehow. And that was not good for Ino. She remembered when they were in the forest, all of them. It was as if Kira was trying to say something but she could’t. And Pain, did sHe have some sort of control over Kira, the same way sHe was hurting me? So Pain was actually controlling me too. In some way, but what is sHe. Is he real, Is sHe dead, or is sHe another part of me? I started to feel a bit tired as I was sitting down. I didn’t know how much time I had, but i really needed to get out of this room and find Kira.

She was standing up now. Looking at the door as if it would burst in any second. But it didn’t. So she started to walk, the only path she had ever knew was now being taking away from her and she needed to put an end to it before it was to late.

She was so tired, willing to give it all up, she couldn’t understand the feeling of her own. This wasn’t the way she was, not the way she felt about anything at all. It belonged to someone else. And it was! She was back in the forest. And the weather conditions where terrible, like the inside of a sick stomach. She looked up in the sky, saw the rain pouring down on her face creating a memory from the past, a picture of her scars. She wanted to run, get away from here. But this time, there was something in her way. It was the other girl. Standing right in front of her. With Pain holding her hand. They took a step forward and Ino started to feel the warm breeze from before. She knew She had to fight, but She was to week. This feeling was tempting her in the most beautiful way. She knew what was about to happen, and she wasn’t ready for it. She was not ready for them. The feeling quickly changed to something more terrifying. Something with a deep truth, that she couldn’t resist in any possible way. Her body was numb, she couldn’t make a move. The other girl was trying to tell her something but managed to fail. Once again she felt the headache coming back to her, and it was stronger than ever. The last thing she could remember was those eyes of the other girl, the pain, from the other girl as it started to fade away.

She was so scared, to give up, and loose it all. The one and only one who could stop this was she, but in her condition it was more like trying to jump, with only one leg. The more time she spent thinking about her, the more she realized that she had to confront her, the reflection, the other part of herself. She remembered herself when she was young and playing around the forest. Running as fast as she could, only to realize that she didn’t know the way back. And every time that happened, she climbed up to the tallest tree and looked out over the horizon. Thinking about diving straight into it. But every time she had those thoughts there was some sort of anger coming through. And everything went black. But when she woke up, she was always home. In the couch, with mud on her hands. It was something she had trusted for such a long time. Not herself, but that part of herself. She relied on the strength of something else. Sometimes she was afraid that she would never wake up, but things like that never happened. It was the same urge as the reflection of hers had. The same obsession and will, that was everything compared to what she had. She had relied on this other person for such a long time, it was perhaps time to face it. And beat it 

The girl from before was now standing right in front of her. But there was something different about her. She didn’t seem to have the courage to fight, she was weak, and therefore trapped, in the mirror. The girl in the mirror tried to do something but managed to fail. She looked at her feet and Ino did the same. But then she saw that this reflection of hers had the same tattoo on her feet to, but the tattoo wasn’t on the same foot. Ino got some strange feeling in her body. A warm breeze without the urge. The girl raised her hand towards Ino who did the same thing. And then their hands started to glow. Ino had a pure white shining light around her hand, and her tattoo started to glow. The other girl’s hand did also start to glow, but the color was black. And suddenly her eyes went black. As if she had been fed with darkness. Some sort of black energy came out of her mouth. The warm breeze had now changed into dark fear and anguish. And Ino didn’t know what to do. She took away her hand as quick as possible, and started to slowly move backwards. As the range between them continued, the other girl faded away.

When she woke up, the mirror was gone. And so was sHe. The only thing she could see was a white shining light. She tried to remember, why she past out. Why she was here in the first place, and what kind of place it was. She looked on her skin trying to find a clue. But she didn’t find anything. Things were still a bit fuzzy in her memories. When she looked down, on her feet. She saw a tattoo on her ankle. It was a long black shaped line witch continued down around her foot. She didn’t know why it was there. But she knew that the headache was coming back. She pinched herself, hoping that she would wake up or something, but it nothing happened. She tried again and one more time over. But she couldn’t even feel the pain. So she tried a little bit harder. But still no pain. Her body was numb. But when she was about to try it just one more time she saw a path opening up. It was a a simple path, but it seemed endless. She began to walk, and she started to see this figure, a shadow of something in the middle of the road. As she were getting closer to it, the headache became nothing more than a memory. It was a mirror. A mirror bigger than the size of herself. And as she started to look closer to the mirror, she saw the girl from before.

Her body was pure and clear, no dirt no blood. She had a big white T-shirt on and a par of jeans colored shorts. She was out in nowhere. Everything was white. Not even the sun was around. Where she was, was in the place of emptiness. With nobody around her. The sound of her breathing was so loud and clear, she could hear her footsteps as she began to walk. If you don’t have any place to go to, why do you walk. Well the answer was simple. So you could find it. But this girl have a different story. She wasn’t allowed. A mirror was clearing up in the path she began to walk. The mirror was shining bright. As she looked at herself she could see the scars on her skin. The marks on her wrists. But when she looked into her eyes, she saw something different. It was not her own eyes whom were looking back. It was sHe. sHe started to move. She took a step back. She could see her smile, as the headache came back. The pain and the urge, it was all to much for her. Her knees fell to the ground. But she was still with her. She was trapped. In the emptiness? sHe took a step outside the mirror, touched her skin with her darkness. She looked up, the tears were streaming down her cheek, just like the river before. She couldn’t breath but sHe wouldn’t let her go. So she struggled with her life, sHe took her hands around her neck. Strangled her. Untill She fainted

She was hidden in the desert witch provided only bare shelter. She’s the one you can not see. When she opened her eyes she saw a girl. Laying on the floor. The girl had blood over her arms, and hand marks, on her skin. The skin was broken on her cheek. The Hair was black, and short. She was looking right at her. She saw her eyes, looking straight into herself, into her memories. Into the filthy dark part she couldn’t remember. With those grey eyes, which was more dead than she herself, she saw It. She felt the pain coming back, the reality was gone. Her life was gone. They took it, sHe took it. She couldn’t remember her, her head was still fuzzy. She looked out the window. To see nothing more than a desert with no path to continue. The only way out of this place was, something she couldn’t find out.

Her blood was thin. Type 0 they said. She was wrong. And therefore her punishment came. A river was created by her hand. A river streaming like a waterfall. Dropping slowly, hitting the ground. Blood was pure gold to those who had the money. She was one of those, the sacrificed. She walked down a street. The street was empty, just like she, the girl with the blood. If you were born right you would be lucky, she wasn’t. She fell to the ground. Felt the skin broke apart. The hands came out of nowhere. She felt the urge coming back. The one inside herself. The hands fell to the ground. She looked up to the sky. Everything was quiet. She looked down. Took a step. At least she tried. The pictures flashed before her eyes. She heard a scream. She couldn’t see anything. Everything was blurry. She felt so much pain. She was nothing compared to them. She saw the blood. She was so cold, freezing to death. She didn’t know why, she was so special to them. Her name was Ino