Your pan was being pet. It was odd. You expected pain whenever her fingers curl on the base of the curve of your skull. It was quiet like this. She didn't dig her pink nails into skin until it reached bone. Millions and millions of little thoughts always rushing through your thinkpan. You wonder if it would ever stop. A rough shove suddenly to the floor- Everything is fine- You sat up somewhat as she started to walk out. You wondered if you should follow. Everything is fine. You don't follow and lay down to how you were prone. Your nails scratched into the tiles.. you'll get yelled at later, but she likely doesn't want to leave the room yet. Little symbols without any meaning just to cross them off until there was only two left. Everything is fine. It was quiet and bitter. The cold bit at your flesh and set long into youe bones. You do not remember how much time has passed. She doesn't come back. You got up and ignore how your bones creak like old wood as you move. Your feet drag as you start to wander a dark castle that has been your hive for a unknown amount of time now. There is others, but given yourself. You are not allowed around them since the Incident. Everything is fine. You can barely hear your footsteps echo by the cotton and ink. You barely manage a few steps before you feel her. You feel her before you sleep her. "What are you doing?" You were sweating and your vision grew black. You collapsed as your vision was gone. "Always with the dramatics" Everything is fine #psychologicalhorror #abuse #horror #writing #longing
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