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Finding out what it means to be happy. Mira never knew the words. All her life, other people controlled her life; her only escape was this, this horrid livelihood. Day after day, she was forced to work, there was no other option. She could not survive in this cruel world. The fear of ending up like her clients… no it wasn’t an option. She couldn’t avoid it altogether, no one could, but she tried to stay positive. So all she could do to keep the thought out of her head was work, as gruesome as it was. Mira considered herself lucky; she was the one who made it thus far without catching the disease. Everyone else… they would be in a better place by now. Hopefully.
“Aaaargh…” was her frustrated cry, that last bit of effort ending in an almost back-shattering fall. Her body could not stand it. Old and withered, Mira gradually found the strength to pick herself up. Scuffling sounds, moaning. Weeping, sorrow. Bells, the bells. The damn Bells. Shovel in hand, she proceeded to digging. It was a smaller hole than she was used to. One of the younger ones. Holding back her tears, she finished and fell backward onto the hard gravel and dirt. The last of ‘em. No one’s here, she thought. The only person she could see was a small child amidst the rubble of the vast yard. Someone is here, she corrected herself. Too bad they weren’t alive.