The cool floor pressed jaggedly into her back. A breath of cold smoke slipped from her lips. Reyna looked upward, staring into the lifeless white tiles that made the ceiling. A wicked smile took over her pale features, white teeth bared. Her eyes blinked quickly, eyelashes fluttering furiously. She opened her mouth, releasing a throaty laugh, escalating into a scream of pure joy, her raw throat stretching in pain. Oh...she was getting better all right.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
