anwalker12

Normalcy was a chore. She couldn't bear it. Inside her body was nothing but turmoil, delicious and terrifying turmoil, and going about her routine was impossible. She longed to scream, to shout, to wake the world from their stupor and scream "look at me, look around you, can't you see that everything is falling apart beneath your pretty fantasies!?" "Play their game, precious," the sibilant voice hisses in her ear as she sobs, the dark presence wrapping around her like some kind of snake, and she has no choice but to comply. "Just for a little while longer." So she walks through her world, detached, and she feels like a zombie, like a liar,