""ANDIE NO PLEASE DONT--""
But it was too late, Max was already too far down, cascading down the floating darkness of the well. His hands clawing desperately for any signs of solidity only to be met by disappointment of gravity. My mouth twisted and mishapen; the pupils dialated and cold...
One Blink.
Two Blinks.
Three Blinks.
My eyes settling onto the focal point of the ceiling.Its been months, weeks, years, since i last saw him. Since my fingers felt different skin. Since my eyes met green. Yet the droning continues on all throughout the coutroom. Beyond the garden. In the church.
They cant save you
Theyve been at it for months and months at a time and i can't even bring it through my brain. Its been doused in god knows what;pills, serums,concoctants and confidents all in one brain. In one body, that i was only given, that i didnt want. That ive thrown around for years not caring about what or who was harmed in the prossess.
Now,Im here. Forced to live with these horrible accidental or not visualizations of the murder of so many I hold dear. Its not fair, its never been fair, and she can't know. Ill get placed back in the room again. The last time wasnt so decent. At all.
I lug my body across the already screaming floor to the barred window, wincing at the blinding sunlight. Im about to float off again when i hear the cold clicks of her heels meandering to my room.
"Andie, its time to wake up now, only three more days"
The trouble is
1. Im always early
2. Ive been counting this for the last two years.
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The Cynical Optimist
General FictionT R U T H ? Does it matter when you know where ive been?
