I'm fading.
I look down at my shaking hands, noticing a slight transparency. The wind outside rattling the windows, rain dribbling off the shutters. Heavily breathing now, I walk over to the sink and turn on the water letting it run down my fingers. "Why does this keep happening?" I say as I violently scrub my hands together, almost hoping I'm just losing my mind. You'd think I'd be used to this by now considering this makes the eighth time in the last year. "Fuck." Slamming my hands against the counter I angrily turn off the faucet and walk towards the fireplace. Do I try it? Am I really at the brink of sanity? I kneel down in front of the fireplace, intently staring into the flames. "Fuck it." As those words leave my mouth I find myself immediately shoving my hands over the flames. To my surprise, I feel nothing... I clench my fist as I watch the flames go straight through my hand. Well shit, guess that rules out crazy.
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Faded
FantasyFreya has finally come full circle. For years she's felt off, confused, and always questioning her reality. Despite therapy, medication, and generic pep talks from anyone that gives her the time of day, she still feels completely different and distr...
