I could feel the cool metal burning my temple, the shudder that doesn't follow like it used to as they push my back in an attempt to move me. But i don't. I don't move or shudder, my eyes don't even widen like they used to, my brain doesn't stop like it once did. I'm not afraid. Not anymore. Not of them. Just me, when i stop explaining, when i stop rolling my eyes and start smiling, start becoming them, making another her.
That is when i will be truly afraid.
The gruff voice pulls me from my thoughts, drags me from my dark mind into the light of the world, the bright, explosive world. The one where a gun is pressed to my head a i step out of work, the one where i'm being pushed out of sight into the darkness, the shadows that make the brightness so alluring.
I should probably explain to them now... nah they'll notice soon enough... hopefully
