Please....please don't hurt me, don't tell them about me. Just forget you ever saw me.

The feeling of the thoughts were as clear as day, but her voice was silent, a low murmour of sound. Incapable of speech, of articulation of her feelings in anything but the slightest of sounds. There was no language to describe the feeling, no words to speak. The face said it all without a word, with clear understanding.

How long had she hid, years maybe, but she didn't know time, she only knew of the passing moments of loneliness and isolation. Without the education of time, there was no waiting, no enduring, just eternal emptiness of the world around her, a world of pipes and plating.

So lonely.