My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle but persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of stell gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →
"That walk home severed any ties I had to those people, and once again loneliness settled in."
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"What's a girl to do when she knows she needs to disappear, but she just doesn't know how?"
"The original personality, Lauren, stopped aging at this age, and she hasn't really been seen or heard from since."
"I cut all my hair off shortly after that to punish her, but that meant there were no more strands to pull."
"Can you see her yet?"
"But her name is Lauren. We call it our slave name, and nobody has permission to call us by that name. Not a single one of you."
"A child is like a houseplant, only needing a few basic things for survival. Food, water, love, and some sunlight. Maybe you assumed she was giving me those things. I suspect you never gave enough shit to provide them to me yourself, so there I was left with crumbs."
"A controller of chaos..."
The Borderline 