She shrugged foreword slowly. Lurching as she went, as if a dark wall shoved her down, forcing her to do it's bidding. She tried to shove her nails into the ground, one last vain attempt, to hold herself back from the impending darkness. A scream hitched in her heart but she held it back for she knew no one would hear it. She clawed at her chest as if to free it, but all she left were scars. The darkness drew her hand away forcing it with silver strings, a puppet to her own misery. It forced her down a rabbit hole, the clocks ticking away in her mind, counting down the time till her madness consumed her. She struggled to breathe but she wasn't drowning. She tried to swim to shore but in wonderland stable ground betrays you. The puppet master pulled her under, laughing at her pain, but she told herself to endure it because the last time someone tried to save her the band-aid couldn't cover her wound.
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Life isn't for the Faint of Heart
RandomJust a few one-shots about the monsters in your head. Because really, life is a struggle sometimes. Congratulations to every hero that has made it this far. Fight on :)
