It Moves

It started with the concept of words, they didnt realise the impact of how crutial little things, words, scentences, could affect someone; how it can built up over time, how it would bring them down, how they couldn't help but die inside whilst everyone had smiles on their faces, not even having a care in the world for them.
They all shared something in common, they moved, they moved in motion; their days planned out. She was stuck in motion; she kept moving but was tangled in It.

Down the hallway she sees memories, she sees people and she sees It. It lurks the corridors, watching and changing everything in its midst. Its controlling her every moment, every breath and movement.