The lights flash on.
The images disapear.
Arms wrap around my waist and pull me to my feet.
I stop screaming and open my eyes.
The concerned face of Jason looks down at me as he pulls me against his chest and holds me tightly. His lips are moving but all I can hear is ringing in my ears. I glance around the overly bright room, but all the mirrors are filled with the image of me and Jason. I heave a heavy breath and wipe my eyes, pushing away from Jason.
"..you ok? Marah? Marah are you even listening?" His voice registers and I shakily say, "I'm fine"
I'm fine.
"Marah...what happened?"
I shake my head again and sniff. "Nothing happened, I'm fine"
He wasn't buying it. "Marah, I heard you scream so I followed the noise and find you curled up in a ball in the middle of the floor, crying your eyes out. What the hell happened?"
"You didnt see...anything strange?" I say, my whole body shaking.
"See what?"
"The little girl! The girl in the..." I trail off, realizing how crazy this sounds.
He would never beleive me.
I look at his face, filled with confusion, concern and...pity. No, I will not let him pity me.
I'm not crazy, I'm not.
Shaking my head, I straighten up and wipe my face with the sleeve of my jacket. I plaster a fake smile on my face and repeat, "I'm fine"
a/n:
um...hello v short chapter. sorry guys, don't kill me! >~<
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Psychos Can Have Children Too
ФанфикWho said the crazies in this world can't have kids? Maybe because they are unstable? Unfit for children? Who knows, maybe it's their cure... ((i wrote this about 3 or 4 years ago and it is in desperate need of revision. read at your own risk))
