Jemma

It had been three days since I was stranded on this godforsaken blue desert planet when IT found me. The thing wearing someone else's skin. The thing transported me to a cave whispering things in my ear, promises in a seductive voice that made my skin crawl. He knocked me to the ground invading my mind before he tore my clothes from my body and took all the things he believed he was owed. I stared at the ceiling and tried to think of the ocean, equations from my youth, anything. Tears fell down my cheeks as I wished for the first time since the uprising, that Grant Ward would appear and slay the monster on top of me. It didn't work. He never came. IT took pieces of me every day. Pieces I knew I would never find. I discovered on those days what real suffering felt like. And I prayed for death while staring at blue tinted rocks,