The Graveyard, Tuesday Evening
Cool, quiet graves said hi to Charlie as she wandered in.
On the back of her head, a song had started to work its way into her brain, earworning her to no end and wanting her to just set something on fire for the sake of just release some steam. Or fire, not steam, she wasn't a steamstarter, after all. "And I'm going crazy", said to the air, and perhaps she was stating the obvious now. When had she started to chew on her fingernail? Before she entered the graveyard, or after she had sat by one of those average creepy angel statues you found in graveyards? Or back at the time on her room, when walls started to close up on her? Did it matter?
"No it doesn't", said as she frowned. "But I can deal with this." No, she actually couldn't. She would break down. "No way." Yes way, and then something horrible would happen and she--
"Shhhh." She closed her eyes and tried not to mutter the song. Much.
She was going to stop fighting with the narrative her inner monologue now.
[Open Graveyard, sure. Beware the crazy girl though.]
On the back of her head, a song had started to work its way into her brain, earworning her to no end and wanting her to just set something on fire for the sake of just release some steam. Or fire, not steam, she wasn't a steamstarter, after all. "And I'm going crazy", said to the air, and perhaps she was stating the obvious now. When had she started to chew on her fingernail? Before she entered the graveyard, or after she had sat by one of those average creepy angel statues you found in graveyards? Or back at the time on her room, when walls started to close up on her? Did it matter?
"No it doesn't", said as she frowned. "But I can deal with this." No, she actually couldn't. She would break down. "No way." Yes way, and then something horrible would happen and she--
"Shhhh." She closed her eyes and tried not to mutter the song. Much.
She was going to stop fighting with the narrative her inner monologue now.
[Open Graveyard, sure. Beware the crazy girl though.]