Experiment of Madness

20-The mad girl and the freak.-Aerra

A month later.

I was sitting with my mother while she was caressing my hair , and the voice in my head was yelling.

Mom's desperate tone cuts through my thoughts. She pleads in a soft, pleading voice, "Please, baby. Say something. Talk to me."

The sense of danger intensifies as the internal voice in my mind echoes a warning, the word "danger" repeated again and again. The voice is urgent and persistent, adding to the growing unease and tension.The sense of danger intensifies as the internal voice in my mind echoes a warning, the word "danger" repeated again and again.

The voice is urgent and persistent, adding to the growing unease and tension.The voice in my head becomes more insistent, the word "Danger" echoing louder and more urgently. The warning is becoming more intense, almost as if a real and imminent threat is looming.The intensifying warning in my mind is causing a dull ache in my head. The internal yelling is pushing against the confines of my consciousness, adding physical discomfort to the growing mental distress.

The persistent and increasingly painful inner voice cries out, "Stop it! Stop it! Make it stop!" The growing anxiety and headache are becoming overwhelming, the internal chaos taking a toll on me. I desperately need the noise to cease.

The echoing voice continuesitss war, the repeated word "Danger..." filling my mind. It's almost deafening, amplifying the perceived threat and adding to my growing distress.

My head feels like it's spinning with the intensity of the inner chaos.Mother's voice cuts through the noise, her concern palpable as she calls out, "Aerra! What's wrong?!" Her worry is evident as I sit there, visibly distressed, the echoing voice creating a chaos within me.In an act of desperation to silence the internal chaos, I rise from my seat and slap myself physically, trying to snap out of the intense moment.

SLAP.

The internal voice doesn't relent, the warning echoing louder and more urgently. The danger feels imminent and unavoidable, the constant repetition of the word adding to the sense of impending doom.I desperately yell for the inner turmoil to cease, the pounding headache and the intensity of the warning causing me to grit my teeth. "Stop it! Stop it!" I plead, trying to force the internal voice into silence.

The desperation and frustration reach a peak as I let out a loud, guttural sound, "AGHH!!" It's a mixture of pain, anguish, and the struggle to make the internal turmoil go away.

Mom's voice calls out my name again, more alarmed than before. She reaches to grab my arm, her voice tinged with worry. "Aerra!!"

The inner turmoil reaches a boiling point as I push away from Mom, overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions. "No! Stop it! Stop!!" I struggle against the inner voice, trying to distance myself from Mom's comforting touch.

The persistent danger warning echoes in my mind, the word 'danger' like a constant drum in my head. It repeats, pounding against my thoughts, leaving me feeling trapped and unable to escape the growing sense of imminent danger.

The internal struggle intensifies, my frustration and anxiety peaking as I yell, "AGHH!! STOP!!" I clench my fists, wishing for the chaos in my mind to stop, for some moment of peace, anything to break the cycle.

I wonder why I remembered this.

Dag's voice cuts through the turmoil, bringing me back to the present. I look up to see Dag, speaking from his desk. He teases me, commenting, "You're not watching TV," his ton is  a mix of amusement and familiarity.

I manage to find my voice amidst the turmoil, responding, "I'm watching," as I look towards the TV. I point towards the screen where Grey's Anatomy is playing. "Grey's Anatomy," I murmur, my mind still preoccupied with the turmoil, but the TV serves as a fleeting distraction.