Friday, April 15, 2011
That her emotions had slid away from her and she was once again surrounded by cotton wool that tasted like apathy. When people looked at her they could hear a faint ringing, like she was a bit hollow but they couldn't pinpoint what was odd about her, what was missing. It didn't last long, a few hours, after they returned she felt worry niggling at her fingers.
Days later, at a park as her friends drank but she didn't, she noticed a vague look in a friend's eyes. They were glazed, blunt, shadowy. She recognised that look. It looked exactly as it felt. It scared her.