Insanity, Alice.

The Middle

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She was still falling for what seemed like seconds, minutes, hours, days and months her plaid shirt whipping behind her in the darkness. The cold wind hitting her face cruelly in the darkness. Nothing really happening in the darkness. For what seemed like seconds, minutes, hours, days and months lots of plain bland nothingness. Then one second, minute, hour, day or month there was lit illuminating from the walls like candles that were nowhere to be seen. The shelves that lined the walls were filled with books that were water damaged and cobweb covered. The dirt walls that once would have seemed beautiful and interesting, were wet and slimy. The faint smell of mould protruding her nostrils as she fell, chairs and sofas covered in dirt floated on nothing. As she fell walls lined with jams were empty, or half empty the rest of the space filled with dead and writhing insects. She was falling and she wouldn't stop.

"Quinn." I leap off my bed and towards my door falling away from my writing like shedding a second skin that left residue on my mind. I jumped from my small single bed and to the door swinging it open. Halie stood on the other side dressed for the day in a blue pair of jeans, a black top and all red accessories, cardigan, beanie and shoes.
"What're you doing?" she asked her hands planted on her sweeping hips.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Halie." I said running a hand through my unruly locks of blonde frizz.
"We have a philosophy lecture in ten minutes" I stared at the alarm clock on my beside table, then the massive wall planner on the wall above my desk.
"Balls." I cursed imagining my state of bedraggled sleeplessness.
"I'll be ready in five," I slammed the door in Halie's un-amused looking face. Hasn't this happened before? I threw on some grey skinny jeans and a half white half burgundy sweater top with a grey beanie and yet more ankle boots. I tore a brush through my hair. Grabbing my book bag as I swung open the door to see Halie still waiting now standing with a cup of coffee, from god knows where.
"You look better, but you still look like shit." I gave her a sarcastic smile, dragging a hand down my tired face accepting her coffee with a small grateful smile.
"What were you doing?" Halie asked as we leave my dorm hall, storming into the cold autumn morning.
"I was trying to finish my creative writing project," I mumble sipping from the coffee as I adjusted my scarf.
"What one?" I shrugged as we passed beneath the arch of malting oak trees and I brushed the leaves from my hair.

It as mid-autumn fallen leaves scattered like golden coloured pencil shavings— the streets dicing our town into neat, unfair portions –and me—

"Quinn?" I smacked back into the cold morning in time to swerve around a student with a scarf wrapped up to his nose, headphones in staring at the ground.
"H-hasn't this happened before?" I asked slowly suddenly stumbling on nothing and righting myself to stare at Halie's confused face
"What are you talking about?" I stared at her, frozen in the path way.
"We've done this— we've done this before— done this before." My mind whirled,
"Why are you repeating things?" I'm not.
"Quinn?" I'm not.
"Quinn are you zoning again?" I'm not. I'm listening why aren't you?
"Quinn, stop your scaring me!" I'm fine; I wobbled on my feet a little.
"Quinn" her hand reached to my face, as my frustration was tripped. I pushed her away; I said I was
"Fine!" her face leaked... worry as I stormed up the stone stairs and into the lecture hall.

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