"I'm nuts, baby I'm mad, the craziest fun that you've ever had. you think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone, tell the psychiatrist something is wrong."
*~*~*~*~*~*
she didn't know when.
she didn't know how.
but at some point,
she lost her mind.
the hourglass was losing its balance,
and everything was falling.
her hands hit the walls with force,
her body hit the desks,
the chairs,
the pictures,
the memories,
the nightmares.
it all killed her.
painfully and slowly,
she started.
and didn't think of stopping.
she was covered in blood,
mumbling incoherent sentences,
pacing around the destroyed room.
then she stopped,
stood,
and fell.
her insanity was at its highest point.
the demons that welled up have finally come out to play.
and she let them.
because she was afraid.
afraid of the punishments.
afraid of the thumping in her chest every time she saw them,
afraid of herself.
and all the while,
she sat on the floor of her room,
with a cigarette against her lips,
and the infested air choking her with chemicals.
she looked around the room.
her eyes landed on the painting on her wall.
the same one he asked her about.
"did you draw these yourself?"
the painting would have been terrifying to people.
it was a body,
being ripped apart from where it had been stitched,
clear white liquid seeping from the enormous cut,
almost like a trap.
and what was in it was the worst part.
demons,
monsters,
claws,
fangs,
cigarettes,
tears,
knives devoured by blood,
and her.
she was the picture.
the picture was her.
she stood up,
picked up the broken pencil from a corner of the room,
and drew on the picture,
a small flower.
them she picked up a lighter,
flicked it open,
and sent the picture to flames.
sincerely, m a r a.
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Sincerely, Mara. {Wattys2015}
Short StoryStory #1 in the 'The Hourglass Effect' series. She forgot it was an act. That it was a lie. She forgot that she's broken, and can't fall in love. So she made him fall for her . Made him think she was perfect. But what she didn't know, was that the...
