She sat back to the corner, legs drawn to her chest and her arms hugging them tightly to her as she tried to block everything out. As she tried to escape. "It's not real, it can't be real." The mists that swirled about her stood still. She peered out and raised a hand to part them.
The mists pulsated, making her eyes sting and her nose burn. She burried her head in her arms. Blinking rapidly, she was finally able to lift her head... and wished she hadn't. It was squatted before her, all malivious smiles and glittering eyes.
It licked its lips, "Pathetic."
"No," was the whisper back.
"Always does it better, doesn't she? Always a few steps ahead and done before you start, huh?"
She shook her head, "It's not that way."
"But isn't that true?"
The mists grew thicker as Legion pressed themselves in to watch the show. Their bodies packed in so tightly, the cries of hope from the outside were drowned out.
It shifted to regain her attention, "And what are you?"
She blinked, "I'm... me?"
It chuckled at her, "No, you're not. You never were. You're just a waste, a mistake, an imperfect mold."
The mists jumped closer and joined in. "Second Rate" "Not good enough" "Inadequate" "Such a waste" "Imperfect" "Nothing" "Such a pity" "Waste"
Their words sunk in and their cold hands played across her cheek.
One tear fell and It howled in joy. A second followed and the mists swirled in ecstasy. She held her face in her hands and wept.
It cackled and faded away. Leaving her to her dreadful thoughts and endless sobbing, Legion moved on.