'She' = 'He.' And 'Her' = 'Him' And 'His.' Just Because It's Easier That Way

He took her somewhere. She went willingly. They went together.

It wasn’t exactly as if she were lost, although that description would work for the sake of melodrama or metaphor. She didn’t, though, have any melodrama left in her, and she no longer had any use at all for metaphor. Things exactly as they were were scary enough without trying to read something else into them. She was simply in a place she was never going to come back from.

There were bare trees and a frozen creek and gray skies there, and it snowed every time the world was turned upside down.

Sometimes at night when she craned her neck she could see small spasms of light skidding across the rounded ceiling of the glass globe in which she would spend the rest of her days.

When she shouted, which she did less and less often, her words bounced right back at her. Occasionally they knocked her clean off her feet and she would spend days flat on her back.

It would get murky, then dark, and the snow would finally settle over and around her. She knew that eventually she would no longer even bother to get up.