I watched her. The smile fading from her face. The glaze draping over her eyes. I moved to her placing my hands on her shoulders. Her breathing grew as she started to mumble to herself. Only simple words. Her words turned into whimpers. I spoke soft words to her.
She covered her ears with her hands. I moved mine on top of hers, slowly trying to pull them away. She blinked her eyes, pulling away from me. Her screams began. I tried again to calm her down. She shouted at me. Her harsh words rang in my ears.
She ran down the hall, moving away before I could catch her. She had disappeared. I ran throughout the house. Listening for the sound of her words.
The house sounded empty, foreign. My feet helped me move back to the kitchen. I stopped and listened. Her sobs wrapped around my mind. I moved to the sink, pulling the cabinets open.
She lay curled in a ball. Her hands pressed against her ears. I put my hands on her back. Her sobs grew deeper. I slowly began to pull her out. She lay crumpled on my lap.
I took my hands and helped move hers away from her ears. She looked at. The glaze still clung to her eyes.
I told her stories. Sometimes it would help her come back. After long hours and no luck I sighed in frustration. I looked at her again the glaze finally disappearing. She smiled when she saw me. I pulled her into a hug as we talked waiting for another fit to happen. I couldn't stop them but I could always bring her back with our words and I loved her. We weren't always like this. They changed us.
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