She Stands

She grew up in Hades. A tortured soul. A victim.
Every day, every night was spent shivering in a corner, or unconscious. Each time the shadows would nibble on her battered form, her will to live slowly ebbing away. There are no "how's", "where's" or "who's", in the darkness, only 'when'.

When will it end? When will it begin again?

The memories are a haze, but the pain still remains. Deep rooted like a huge scar across her mind, her physical scars are merely scratches in comparison.

She stands. Tall and strong like an Amazon, but mostly, she stands.