I knew before that there was something wrong right here. But now it's even worse. The positive experience in that environment of mine changed. It still smells like roses and vanilla but it's no longer just an underlying kind of dust but rather a strong, heavy scent pushing down on me. When your lungs are filled with this sort of roses, it gets hard to breath.
My warm-hearted, loving space has turned into a dangerous monster. Toxic for me. Vulnerability, loneliness. Anger, control.
The Misty fog that surrounded me and kept me hidden from others judgemental faces has changed itself into a threatening cloud of exposure. They can see me although I barely see myself. Wait, that's incorrect. I can see myself. I see myself crystal clear. See me, my faults, what I did. I just cant process that it's actually me I'm looking at. A distorted figure of change. I can't stand it. So distant and unreal.
I'm trying to stand up. My knees still weak from what horror I have gone through. My shaking hand finds its way to the shower curtain. I can barely handle my bodyweigth, heavy on my feet. As I pull myself up I feel a pulsating, burning sensation. Starting in my fingers, the feeling flows through my body like magma escaping a volcano. The fire burns through my torso, approaching my unsteady beating heart. Getting closer and closer. Closer to draining all life from me.
The foul energy reaching my heart, expecting me to dry out and drop dead so I can be it's puppet. The little, sweet doll. The puppeteer doesn't approve of thoughts.
Mind wandering again, ignoring the pain. It would be unbearable otherwise. I let it wander around undiscovered dephts of my subconscious.
I'm only slowly sensing the change in temperature [.........]
AN
I'm quite stressed out these days but I promise I'll upload more soon
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Two-Minds
Mystery / Thriller"I feel no remorse. Its all just in my head, right?" IDK what this is but it will have at least 3 parts :)
