A second ticking infinity passes by, but it's different.
It's different.
Her voices have quieted down. Even when she asks them to come out, they won't.
The poison scares them.
She walks around the room-once, twice, one hundred times. Her muscles burn, but that's not fine, nothing is fine, not without her voices.
Eyes rove across gray silence, full of heaviness and a tired sort of wilting that shouldn't belong there, but it does. It does.
They stop on the window. The scarlet garden, the sea of red spreads beyond it, and she's tempted to climb out again. The people of silence may have poison, but they certainly don't have brains. Nothing blocks her way, nothing is in between her and this sanctuary of color.
Silent shuffling, smooth slide, rap on wood, and she's out.
She's out.
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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...
