Cleaning Up

Her face was covered in blood. A gash ran down the length of her cheek, and both her eyes were swollen shut, colored purple and blue and black as if someone had beat her up.

Through the cracks between her eyelids, she peered up at Xiajun, and it was as if her body erupted into convulsions at the sight. Xiajun watched from afar as her bones made cracking sounds with her bending in awful positions, screaming and writhing in agony. It was as if watching a sinner burn in hell, and as his eyes widened with horror, he thought he would much rather be anywhere else. He closed his eyes, hoping he would wake up from the nightmare, but when he opened them again, she was still there and her screams were still audible. 

Slowly, her fit came to a stop and she lay flat on her bunk, staring up at the ceiling blankly. Bravely, Xiajun took a step towards her cell, and whispered, "Hanni. . ."