She was running. It was her only choice, her only way to survive. She ran through the trees, long black hair whipping out behind her and her feet getting torn up by the hard pace she had set for herself. She ignored the pain in her feet and didn't stop, finding a clearing. She could hear him.... 

She stumbled and fell, hitting her head on a sharply protruding rock. She went still and limp, blood seeping out of the wound on her head, mingling with the blood from the cuts on her face from when he hit her. Her body lay there, unmoving. But her last wish.... to make him suffer the way he made her suffer.... it refused to let her move on.

A man entered the clearing to see her standing, looking away from him. He was panting, an ugly scowl on his face. "Oh, I'm going to make you regret that!" he snarled, storming over to her. He was frozen when he heard her singing.

"I had found you. I had left you. I forgave you. I forgot you. You possessed me. You controlled me. Said you loved me. Said you'd kill me.

...He is speaking, speaking for me...

I'm a worthless human being...."

He scowled and grabbed her by the shoulder, only to go flying as the shadows around her lengthened and swirled around her, a living entity. She turned to face him, her eyes dripping a dark purple color. Her eyes shone with hate as she stared at him, her hands getting covered in the same substance dripping from her eyes. She never stopped singing.

"It happened once, it happened twice. It won't happen again, now I won't play nice. 

You spoke for... me. You spoke for... them. This is number 3, Go back to the damned!"

A purple black mist was swirling around her as she glided to him, the wounds he had given her healing, scars vanishing as if they had never existed. He trembled in the face of her wrath and hatred, the meek woman he had abused for years had finally...

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His body was never found. She had made certain of it. The spirit moved on after his death, but all her hatred, her rage was now personified, it would never leave the realm of the living. It desired revenge on the ones that ignored the abuse, on the blind people that ignored the woman when she begged for help. It killed all who entered the forest it now called it's home... except for the children. She wasn't the woman, but she still remembered the woman's child, and their fate. It was the only form of kindness this being of rage and hatred could ever feel. She always sang, never stopping.