Multi fandom Imagines

Short story

She sat at the table feeling.... nauseous? No...

She could feel her heartbeat, contemplating- she wasn't crazy... no. Not crazy. Right?

Then how is it that the room feels that it is closing in?

No, not crazy.

How is it that every thought feels like a dagger trying to work it's way into your brain?

No, not crazy..

How is it that you can't understand your own feelings well enough to the point where you can't function?

No...

How is it that I am a voice in your head that you're listening to right now even though you don't want to. Have you lost control?

Shut up..

How is it then?

Shut up....

Come on, how is it then?

Stop it..

How is it then?
No-
How is it then?
Please-
How is it then?
-
How is it then.
How is it then.
How is it then.
How is it then?
How?
How?
How?
How??
How?!
How!!
How, how, how.

STOP.

I would pay attention if I were you

"Hmm?" She looked up

"So how is it?" The woman smiles

She stared at her like she had done something wrong

"How is it, the tea?" The woman asks with a nod

"Tea" she becomes aware she has a cuppa in her hand

"Made it myself" the woman says

"It's wonderful thank you" she gave her most convincing smile

But inside her mind it was a massacre. Why? She probably asked herself why a million times. Hell! She's even asked others why her mind has to be this way. But nobody gets it. They answer with the oh you're fine, or the are you sure you don't need some sleep? And the look they give- god she can't stand being looked at like she's faking it again.
Who would willingly want to live with this?

With this plague that one day makes her feel like she can do anything and the next she's doing everything wrong and will never do anything right.
Who would willingly live with a voice in their head that yells at them no matter what they do?
The answer was nobody.

So how is it then that she was cursed with this.

Hmm I think you meant why is it then.