C10 10 - Broken

All the way back to the omega quarters there was laughter. Not laughter anymore, only the memory of it, but the sound remained in Araceli's head long after she left the sacred grove. Every whisper. Every sneer. Every vicious word said again and over, spiralling through her mind like wounds that wouldn't stop bleeding. She attempted to shrug them off but they clung to her, harsh and insistent