There is only one safe place in my entire home, my entire world. That place is a small room, just beneath the staircase, the door hidden by a chestnut coffee table. The architects simply stuck a door and a few hinges on the place in favor of boarding up the extra space. I wonder how they would feel if they knew that their decision to save a few hours, created a safe haven, a place of sheer and utter peace, for one scared, unstable woman. Sometimes, when there are too many of them, when i just can't take the pain of their stinging insults and mockery, when the cries of disgust just get too loud, "CRAZY!" "FREAK!" "PSYCHO!", I run into my little room. I sit on the floor and cherish the long awaited silence, savoring every sweet moment of the dark, quiet, complete aloneness. I once stayed in the room for 2 days straight, the only thing making me leave was the knowledge that I hadn't fed my poor cat. I can't let them get to Gideon, if they corrupt him too I will have no one left. I will have absolutely nothing to live for.
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Paranoiac
Mystery / ThrillerAnna is a young woman with a dark past and a disorder that makes a normal life close to impossible. Having trauma induced Paranoid Schizophrenia makes going to the grocery store an insurmountable obstacle. So when someone starts knocking on her door...
