Days and days

Tourment

Alice lay on her bed, staring up at the pitch black ceiling. She really hated these times, it was this that her body allowed itself to be swallowed into deep paranoia and petrifying flashbacks that scared her into oblivion. Things that she had no control over at the time, that made her break down into hours and hours of endless crying and screaming for release from the torment but never was granted that wish. She thought of all the people that hurt her, how she let them into her life, told them things that she would not tell anyone else, only to have it destroyed and her life stripped bare of any emotion at all. This made Alice frustrated with not only herself but with the situation altogether. It was 1:45am and Alice was far from sleeping so she decided to stick her headphones on and listen to her favourite songs to take away the inner pain she was feeling. This however just made situations worse, sometimes this happened, Alice would go through these episodes and the end result would be a panic or anxiety attack, she cried and cried, until there was no emotion and she just stared blankly at the wall in front of her, tear stained face bags under her eyes. She remembered, remembered this girl that made a life a living hell from the age of 8. This she knew would not be a pleasant thought, and there was no way of stopping it from entering her mind and invading the brain making this endless nightmare the peak of her torment...