Post by ECHO TERRI on Jul 8, 2010 12:47:17 GMT -5
i'm freaking out
WHERE AM I NOW? I'M UNDERGROUND, I FELL DOWN
In just looking at Echo Terri, it was hard to tell that she was clinically insane. Oh, but she was. And, as it always went, some days were worse than others, and today had been particularly bad, one of the worst that she could remember in a long time, since, well, since she had first gone crazy, really. It had been a long time since she'd heard her father's voice in her head. Well, beyond just her imagination. She could bring their voices to mind when she wanted to, but it was when they just popped up and started speaking of their own accord that things were bad. And today, her father had made himself known. Even that voice guilted her, on the rare occasions that it did come up. Usually it was just Rose and Benjamin, asking things she knew they never would have asked, even under the circumstances. She knew it was only her own mind playing tricks on her, but even so, she absolutely could not make the voices shut up. Eventually they'd started screaming, and that was when she had, too. And apparently beating her head against the walls and trying to slit her wrists. She didn't remember any of that, though, and perhaps it was for the better.
Still, her head was now pounding, whether from the voices or the pounding or a combination of both, it was hard to tell. Still, she felt miserable, and so she had ended up stumbling to her dorm room and pulled on a pair of loose sweatpants and her brother's old hoodie, which was a bout ten times too large, but that was a huge part of the draw, other than, of course, the fact that it had been Ben's, and thus had ridiculous amounts of sentimental value for her. For some reason it always made her feel safer. And so Echo found herself stumbling into the "living room" of the asylum, and flopped herself down on the couch, careful not to spill any of the hot chocolate she had stolen from the cafeteria. Usually Echo wasn't much of a thief, but some cases just called for a bit of snitching, and this was one of them.
Hot chocolate had always been a bit of a comfort food for Echo. It just made her feel better, warm inside, like maybe she was still alive. That was another side effect of bouts like today; they left her feeling stone cold and absolutely dead inside. The warmth in her stomach did something to revive her, though, remind her that she was a human being, that she was still alive and well. Or at least, as well as someone in an asylum could be, considering the circumstances. Echo was one of those optimistic people, though, and her hope was that someday she would beat her insanity, that someday she would be able to shut the voices up and live a normal life. Not that anybody would want to have anything to do with someone who had been clinically insane, who had spent a good part of her life in an asylum. The girl heaved a huge sigh and took a sip of the hot cocoa, blinking back tears. She didn't like days like this. They drained her emotionally, and, while she was usually an optimistic person, days like this made her feel pessimistic and sorry for herself. It was just not shaping up to be a very good day.
WHEN I FALL AND HIT THE GROUND I WILL TURN MYSELF AROUND
don't you try and stop me
[/color][/font][/center]don't you try and stop me
COUNT ?! 578
NOTES ?! Ehh. Sucky.
OUTFIT ?! click
TAG ?! Open!!
CREDITS ?! Pixel at Caution 2.0. AKA me. <3
Lyrics to Avril Lavigne: Alice
