A/N - Okay. Just a warning. Slightly weird. Just experimenting with this form of writing, one which I haven't used before. So, let me know what you think. Constructive criticism would be helpful. Thanks.
Gray fog.
It swirled around her in opaque circles.
Leaving her blind.
She couldn't even remember the last time she saw things clearly. The last time were she was able to make sense out of a situation.
Deep breaths now.
In.
Out.
In.
Thick air fills her lungs.
She's choking on the haze.
Inhaled grayness now circulates within. Traveling up to her brain, through neurotransmitters and synapses. Through the cortexes right to the places where her memories are stored. Those become clouded too.
An overwhelming sense of fear envelopes her. For a second she thinks that perhaps the virus has spread to her amygdala.
It hasn't.
Fear.
She's afraid she won't be able to cast off the ever present shadows consuming her.
Fear.
She's afraid that she won't ever be able to screw her head on right, to see things the way the way they actually were.
Trembling.
Her tiny body convulses as she becomes desperate for a cure to her ailment.
Shudder.
Civil wars begin within her. The last remaining piece of sanity meekly tries to ward off the invasion.
She's desperate to remember the last time that she was happy. The last time that she understood the mess that she knew to be her life. She was desperate to recall the last straw that had sent her spiraling into obliviousness, confusion, and a lifetime of pretending.
Masquerading.
She walks through the ball,
Vizard in hand.
No familiar face,
no family, nor friend.
Loneliness. Everyone disappeared. She wondered where to.
Rory, we're here.
Or maybe she disappeared. She couldn't tell anymore.
"You've reached Rory and Logan Huntzberger. We're–
– we just don't want to talk to you –
– Logan! Anyways, you know what to do."
BEEP
"Hey Rory. It's Jess. I'm not sure if you spoke to Luke recently, but I was just calling to tell you that... well, that I'm getting married. Six months from now. To the day. June 22nd. I'm not sure why I'm calling you to tell you this. Just... thought you should know. I'd like you to come. I mean, if you want to that is. I know it's been awhile, but I just don't think it'd be the same without you there. You helped me get where I am today. I guess I just want you around to help me celebrate cutting the final thread from the screw up I used to be. Well, call me back. Let me know. I hope you're doing good. Okay, so, yea, just call me back.
Tick.
Tock.
TICK.
Time mocked her.
11:45. June 22nd.
Six months ago the fog rolled in.