It takes a while before she relates her story, not only to the woman who can't seem to say anything, but also to the shadow, but once she does, it's as if her entire body has just exhaled, as if she's been holding her breath for the entirety of her stay here, and now she's finally breathing again.
The weight of the world has lifted, and Khione flies away in the coldest breeze of fading summer days.
That night, her marbled skin is streaked with red and white, nails torn and jagged, her vocal chords ripped and mangled from her constant screams.
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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...
