Trudy and Aponi
Once again Trudy couldn't hear anything but the voices in the fog. All of them telling her she was a failure. That she wasn't good enough. That she should have died. She couldn't fight anymore. Couldn't handle the noises. Another scratch across her face, this time drawing blood. She kept her hands over her ears and tried to block out the voices. Tried not to listen. She kept muttering over and over "Please make it stop. Please stop."