Alone in the gloominess of her lonely cell, Agnes wished that the darkness would just consume her and she would die.
She sat alone to think, and her mind conjured up terrifying ghosts from her past which haunted her at every minute. She could almost hear them, those terrible voices in her head whispering to her in the cold and empty darkness. Sometimes, it was like she could almost reach out and touch them. And she would shiver at the thought, and her hands would tremble and fresh tears would return to her eyes.
Such was the life she had to endure now that Arman was gone. Every time she remembered, it would be like a wound had been opened afresh. And she would weep for the loss, the boy to whom she wished she could have proved her love.
She craved death, hoping it would take her the
