The day gloomy with dark clouds above in the sky suits her just fine. Several trips into town prove useless and again she receives bad news. This time not a muscle twitches. She is used to it now. Reality set in the night before that this was it. This was what she had been dreading all her life.
Mom calls. She hangs up crying for her daughters almost lost soul. She begs with her to go home. She refuses completely. She reasons with her mother that she can’t let her see her in the condition she is in.
She has shunned all her friends away. After fruitless attempts to make her smile, to spend time with her, try to console her she was slipped right back into the shell she built. And hurt them in the process.
"I will not share you with them”, the voice whispers,” You are mine!"
She blinks back tears, her heart longing to have some sunshine in it. Some laughter. Like a child locked in the attic she looks on as her life is taken over and dragged to the edge of a cliff. Helplessness falls over her wrapping its tentacles around her like a willow tree. And she succumbs to it, sapped of her strength to fight. She watches as all these people fade into oblivion. And she knows she will never see them again. She is alone. All alone.
"Is this really the end this time?” she wonders.
Wearily, she collects her belongings and begins the trip back home. And slowly the door in her mind creaks open. And the voices begin....
GOOD NIGHT.
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