It's all your fault.
No, she wants to scream, but when she opens her mouth, she finds that her voice has abandoned her as well, and the silence presses heavily down on her chest, forcing its way into her mouth and down her throat, coiling into a heavy rock at the pit of her stomach, constantly there, taunting her, so all she can do is whimper the word in thrashing nightmares, mangled chords and ripped boxes no longer able to support her.
She must've seduced him.
I was a virgin, she sobs into the gray floor, dry tears falling from open eyes, body wracked with dry heaves.
She liked every minute of it.
I want to die.
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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...
