Joie: No buoyancy, No God

In her mind she knew what was going on and what she had. The aimless voices she would hear, creaking in her ears, the hallucinating. The hallucinations were getting worse, she began to wonder if she was going manic for once and for all or was this still a "gift"? A gift. A "Gift" they told her, forcing her to bare with it. You'll be ok if you take 2 of these every 6 hours... The pills were her friends, they argued a lot but they made the bad things go away. Temporally, she would believe the pills had vanished this curse she was written to. Giving a breach of hope, reaching out to God once more. Ha. Comfort with the normal bean was all she hoped and prayed for. Just for one day? No. They came back even harder each time the pills wore away, that's what frightened her more. Or what made her "happy" in a sense. The usual crazy side affects evaporated and she became mental. Passing through realms even her mom hadn't been in and it wasn't her mom's fault. Genes were nothing but apart of you DNA. She just had special genes that made her levitate and pass through walls, subsiding densities. Alas the pill affects would leave as they came. Restarting her drug routines as she lived on. Suppressing morality and humanity. It was the Devil inside her, she knew, they knew and no one wanted to. He crept inside her like the putrid blood that flowed through he veins. Poised and senile, disgusted and deceitful. A normal human had a brain that gave different emotions that made one cry, laugh and pout and features as so. Her, her brain stood in void, seeking nothing but darkness and stress. She was thee who felt nothing but blue funk. Only things like so were active in her mind or and void. On the outside she was Joie. The girl with the black hair and eyes. Flat chest, the one with no dimension. She laughed but they were screams. She cried but they were blank expressions poured deep into the soul of nothing one conceived. Joie, that chick who cut and bleed everyday to get the Devil out of her temple she once owned as an uncommon. Mirrors liked her face but blinded her thought. It only wanted her appearance so others can like her. So the mirror looked away. They couldn't handle her presence, her vibe. She never spoke a word when it came down to an inner conversion. Parents were a thing of her past and independence was shared with her afterlife. God phoned her daily. He is now a blocked call, she couldn't break it. She needed him dearly but after all she only felt what was being whispered in her ear by force. Save her now and get the same thing you had before. A girl with a gift more like a curse.