An infinity passes, and the people come in like clockwork, silent shuffling and silent clicks, silent smiles and silent disgust all contributing to the heavy weight pressing down on her chest.
A ticking infinity, that does little to fill the oppressing silence, but that's okay, that's okay-her voices are here to fill her.
She talks to them, sometimes. Meaningless babble, swirling, shattered bits and pieces in her mind manifesting into physical shards of glass that drop from her lips and onto the floor.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
A thousand veins webbing through the stark surface, and her attention (the voices, they lead her there) is diverted to the window.
A window of glass.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
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These Voices In My Head
Short Story"A sane person to an insane society must appear insane." -Kurt Vonnegut "i can't find my way out" In which a girl with schizophrenia finds herself locked in an asylum. "the silence haunts me" Her only sanctuary is the scarlet garden that spreads bey...
