There's a sort of peace that has entered her life, and she knows exactly how, where, and why.
Along with that peace comes a sense of monotony. She once had experiences with many different people-people she knew, people she didn't, people she both knew and didn't.
But those experiences are the reason she's here, the reason voices swirl in her head-
The reason she is terrified of hands.
Monotony-a comfort, or a sign of something yet to come?
She doesn't know anymore.
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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...
