11.Sinking
I saw the terror in his eyes.
He was looking straight at me, but without seeing. All he saw was the evil abomination I have become. I could not bear his gaze any more than he could stand the sight of me.
I am undone. There will be no going back to normality, no forgetting. No matter what, it will still remain, festering within me.
I watch.
Wait.
Each night I push the walls further up.
Each day I endure, stomaching the sights and sounds that have become my existence.
Enough is enough.
I can take no more of this.