In The Dark

Voices. That's all she heard. The countless voices telling her she wasn't good enough, she's worthless, trash. Delusions. That's all she saw on a daily basis. Hallucinations of horrendous mean or black shadowy figures. People. What she avoided. Countless hours of taunts and loathing. They were constantly having the thread of her life pulled by both sides, everyone hoping it would snap. He understood. He didn't understand the delusions. The voices, the feeling, he understood. He wanted to loosen one end of her thread to keep it from breaking.