This felt like torture, pure and complete torture.
She could die, she felt ready to die or was she already dead?
But then is not death supposed to be painless? Or is this a misconception?
Where art thou painlessness? Why do the aches persist? What is responsible for the fogginess of vision and of memories and of present awareness exactly?
Lee staggered onward. She felt lost as questions continued to ring seemingly all around her and within her. But then they also felt like they were questions that popped up and then dissipated all too quickly to grasp and realize and remember what she had asked in the first place, even though they are her questions.
Was she an infection now, wrecking havoc and turning against those who had aided her in her times of need, desperation, and hopelessness?
Or was she a legacy? And where did this thought come from, she questioned in appalled shock, then went on to further question the absurdity that it had appeared to be considered at all since she found it was so beyond comprehensible.
Yet, it did not feel like a consideration that was merely thought in passing or haphazardly at that. It felt like a certain remark. Was there two of her? Was she possessed by something? Does she have a split personality or some such odd weirdness added on to her already weird existence to begin with. Had she always had this particularly craziness about her? Or had she contracted this further warp of her already abnormal state of being sometime from the point of day zero to now? Was this acute or a dormant thing gone wild, springing out into freedom so as to have its way with her reality? What had become of all she has ever known thus far anyway?!
It was all getting to be far too much now, this was all so so sooooooo very frustrating!
What were these contradicting conversations playing out in her head???!
Was anything as she remembered?
How much did she remember, come to think of it?
Well, she was feeling like she was no where and everywhere all at once and she was pretty sure she was now totally bonkers.
And then here she was, was she saving or helping someone? It was someone familiar at least recently if she retained some semblance of sanity and of even a tiny fragment of reality. Was she perceiving all this correctly? No, of course not. More precisely, she should ask if she was not completely out of touch with reality. Or did she already ask herself that?
Where did these two separate bickering voices come from and to whom do they belong? And she was not organized but then she had no longer been organized for so long now, right?
But somehow, it has registered even with the notable delay that she was still herself.
OOC
Character's name: Taylee Young (Nickname: Lee)
Character's faction: Prison
Character's journal link: Civie Rank
Character's survival stats: View
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER +fair; +patient; -skeptical; -insecure
Black hair maintained short two inches over her shoulder, Lee prefers to keep her hair half up and half down by gathering strands of her hair over the front and middle top of her head starting where her hairline meets her forehead and then braiding it back and down to secure towards the end. Her skin tone and eyes were both a light brown and she stood at 5'5" with a lean athletic build short of disguising her womanly frame.
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