𝑬𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒅

It was an infinitesimal splash of time that I would revisit in my mind over and over again, searching for some clues, some hint of what might have happened to myself. Even after I became lost in an eclipsed reality, I would search the fleeing crowd in my mind for myself.

I stopped and thought of time - of the maybe's and could have's. I screamed like I hadn't when my brother betrayed an unspoken bond. When my mother uttered phrases of how she wished she didn't have me. When my father would - for ages to come, strip me of my insecurities.

A loud, penetrating, consuming, unworldly scream from a girl's deepest agony, from the most profound desire to reverse time. Just by a few minutes. To be just, well - Normal. 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕

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