You're fighting for your life. Holding on to the last bits of reality sensibility even fear, anything to keep fighting. It brings tears to your eyes when you think of it, your throat closes and it seems like they win. So you push it out of your mind as quickly as possible. A scream usually does it but with others in the house alternative methods must be found. I pull my hair it gets those feelings out then bury my head in hopes they won't be able to find me.
I'm worried about you.
Shut up you did this and I'm not falling for that. Every time I forgive you, you betray me.
You mustn't be so paranoid.
You're a fucking bitch get out of my head.
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