Possessed
I opened my eyes feeling the cold floor beneath me. Everything was just a blur at first, but only at first, and as my eyes began to focus, I could make out a mirror and next to it a window with the light from what could only be the sun shining through it. I got up, feeling dizzy almost, feeling the same old rage I had felt the night before. The light from the window bothered my eyes, and the smell of the room, the noise outside of my… ‘dwelling’ almost made me feel nauseous. Things… they were not the same, everything seemed different. The people and the things that had once mattered didn’t any more. I touched my face and, it didn’t feel like my face anymore. It was almost like a dream.
What’s happening to me?
The events of the previous night were almost a spec in my memory, already fading away, the anger and rage quickly taking its place. I felt restless, caged, and if I closed my eyes I was almost sure I saw red, black, nothing. I looked at my arms and my skin looked red, as if I had scratched it all night. My face felt moist and a little rough in texture.
I got up, slowly making my way towards the mirror, my face- the magic induced rash had spread throughout out my entire face, my arms, and almost everywhere on my body. I tried to remember the events from the night before, but they seemed so distant. I remembered-- things, faces, but more and more they were all getting meshed together, the months, the days, the hours… all that took precedence was the hate. The hate of this place, of its inhabitants…
I turned back towards window, feeling confused, and lost, wanting to scratch at my skin, wanting this feeling of confusion to end. Finally, I clawed at my skin but it burned. I wanted to find an exit but there was none, things were just so different.
Slowly I made my way towards the door, but my vision became clouded. I leaned on the bed for support, but I could already feel the change inside of me begin. Something strange was taking over me, I could feel it. I lay back the bed felt soft, almost inviting and sleep threatened to takeover me. I could hear a noise in the distance, but I didn’t bother to look up. I didn’t care anymore- nothing really matter anymore.
[[Open to Willow whenever she’s done… Please! Help Fred get rid of her possession!]]
What’s happening to me?
The events of the previous night were almost a spec in my memory, already fading away, the anger and rage quickly taking its place. I felt restless, caged, and if I closed my eyes I was almost sure I saw red, black, nothing. I looked at my arms and my skin looked red, as if I had scratched it all night. My face felt moist and a little rough in texture.
I got up, slowly making my way towards the mirror, my face- the magic induced rash had spread throughout out my entire face, my arms, and almost everywhere on my body. I tried to remember the events from the night before, but they seemed so distant. I remembered-- things, faces, but more and more they were all getting meshed together, the months, the days, the hours… all that took precedence was the hate. The hate of this place, of its inhabitants…
I turned back towards window, feeling confused, and lost, wanting to scratch at my skin, wanting this feeling of confusion to end. Finally, I clawed at my skin but it burned. I wanted to find an exit but there was none, things were just so different.
Slowly I made my way towards the door, but my vision became clouded. I leaned on the bed for support, but I could already feel the change inside of me begin. Something strange was taking over me, I could feel it. I lay back the bed felt soft, almost inviting and sleep threatened to takeover me. I could hear a noise in the distance, but I didn’t bother to look up. I didn’t care anymore- nothing really matter anymore.
[[Open to Willow whenever she’s done… Please! Help Fred get rid of her possession!]]