Another dreary day, Dianna cycled home in the dark. She felt nothing. It was cold and she should have been exhausted but Dianna had taught herself to bottle up those emotions. It was just like any other day in her opinion.
The street was bleak, with old houses leaning tauntingly on one side. The street lamps were just coming on, although it was well after dark. And when they did come on, they would show a singular beam of light. That was how it was those days. No light was allowed to show.
Dianna reached the corner. She fell, retching. Then a sharp pain in the centre of her back. SCREEEECH! Then nothing. That was the last sound Dianna heard.