EscapeSomething snapped. She ran away. She ran away far. Because her system couldn't take it anymore. She ran far and kept running until she couldn't run any more that day.
It was the screaming, you know. It was too much. It was something she could drown out during the day with other things. Other Distractions. But then it started at night and that was too much. There was nothing to block it out. It creeped around earplugs as if they did not exist. So she ran.
Fumbling for a credit card that she did not even know whether would work or not, she paid for the hotel room & let herself in the room & fell exhaustedly on the bed. Sleep, she hoped, sleep at last...
But then she realized something. She was alone. Even with the silence of the screaming she also no longer had the warmth she had grown accustomed to aid in sleep. A tear trickled down her cheek.
A note written. A rope procured. Peace At Last.
And the note read: Can't live With it-Can't live without It.
KaZaH1The Katters skipped southeast from the kitchen approximately four feet to the dining room table and skittered to a stop.
She looked back over her shoulder, blinked for a moment, and then a name as a slow growl rumbled up out of her throat and came screeching out of her mouth.
Zebra, who was reclining on the couch (and who, for some peculiar reason, was suddenly sporting a full beard) looked up from the comic he was reading & hollered, "I DIDN'T DO IT!" and resumed reading. Oddly, he does not notice the beard.
Katters muttered under her breath & stalked back through the door. Wait. Did she even come through that door a minute ago? Her head was beginning to hurt now so she decided to go get some fresh air and headed to the basement. She stomped down the stairs and nervously paced in circles around the autopsy tables when she suddenly heard a noise coming from (of all things) THE LAB.
At that moment, she is quite sure that a clap of thunder & flash of li
Amoebasometimes, i just want to cry, y'know?
earlier today, i could feel the irrationality trying to seep in... the rational mind saw it coming and observed wryly at its lack of basis in reality. the madness oozed around the edges of the rationality & tried to find a crack where it could edge its way in, finding none.
and i stood & stared into the mirror ... looking into those eyes and seeing them both just sitting in there. one stoic the other ... mad.
that was this morning. now, the madness has found a way in... the rational mind is now the one on the outside trying to find a chink in the roiling mass of rage, fear, sadness... and ... and...