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Shivers down your spine

The girl. She has has returned. She is everywhere I look, the very essence of my soul.

No one else can see her. People tell me that I am special. They give me a white padded room, and handfuls of pills to prove it. I am not insane, no matter what they tell you. Just because those peering, owlish doctors cannot read my soul does not mean that I am not not like you.

She sometimes comes to me cuddling a worn and patched doll, and sometimes a  polished dagger. When will she dance, and when will she kill? I do not know when and nor will you!

Shadows stir and she emerges. White lace dress grazing the dusty, wooden floor, leaving a cool breeze trailing behind her. Creeping towards me, her dusky blade caresses my clavicle.

Lethal panic and delicious, repressed relief course through my veins. Panic for this pathetic shard life I may leave behind me and relief for the world I may soon enter. But if they find me, if they steal Alice from her marvellous wonderland, they'll send me back. Back to those isolated white, padded cubicles. A five star hotel for the mentally insane.

But I am not insane, just you wait. That is what they think, but I know better that they do. And because of that, we will hunt you down and make you pay. Just you, me and her far from prying persons.

So watch your back, because you will never know when your time has come around...