Today was no different from any other day. I woke up at precisely 6:30, took my 7 minute long shower, dried my hair, pet my cat and made my breakfast. The only thing that was so disturbingly different was that, not once, did I see them. They had simply disappeared. Most mornings i would wake up to them scattered about my room, groggily opening my eyes to their revolted faces staring at me. I could ignore them then. They would stand and criticize me as I shower, pouring salt on every self-conscious wound of my body, then tease and mock me as I make my breakfast. As the day progresses it gets harder and harder to ignore them, harder and harder to stay calm as the world around me collapses from their bitter hatred of me. I hate them too, more than I an ever really comprehend. Because of them I have no life. Because of them i am just "the crazy lady across the street". Because of them, I have gashes and scars all over my body from the times i just couldn't take their screaming and more and began throwing things at them. Glass shattering on the wall, porcelain exploding on my shelves. The chaos was beautiful in a way, reflecting the madness in my own mind. But today, they were nowhere to be found. The silence was almost more unsettling than their taunting cries. What was I supposed to do with them gone? What did NORMAL people do all day?
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Paranoiac
Misteri / 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...
