Chapter 2

Yay! Chapter 2! Sorry it's so short, but this actually isn't meant to have chapters, and the next bit is too long to add to this bit. So. Deal.

Same disclaimer as the last chapter

A single shot through the dark. That was all it had taken. She was spiraling. She had fallen. A single shot. Why It wasn't that she longed for a mother's warm touch. That wasn't the reason for the pain. Why Why was she so fragile, so weak, so easily shotHow could it be that a single shot, one single phrase, one single tone of voice could plummet her to these levels?

There was her cat, who herself could not decide if she was her familiar or not, slipping constantly between crazy and intelligent, sometimes letting both wash over her in waves. She tried to focus, tried to read the thoughts of her companion. Upset? Maybe. Worried probably. Too many emotions.

She couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate, she couldn't hold the connection. She fled to her room, not her sanctuary, the room that was only a room because of the bed inside it. All she wanted was to write this down, get it on paper before it slipped away. Her mind control was slipping, her headache was back. She had reached inside herself earlier, descended to a level of control. Somehow. Feral thoughts. She had pushed the headache out. Somehow. It was back, she felt sick. No control. She needed to write this down before it slipped away.

She shut her eyes and tried again to find that level inside herself, to control enough to cease the pain. It did not work well. She was too tired; she did not have enough control. She tried again; it worked a little, for a few moments before too much concentration broke the control. No, it was no use. She needed rest. Sweet darkness, sweet sleep, sweet dreams. She tried again, tried to prepare herself for sleep. She managed slightly, but her dreams would not be those of the moon tonight. Tonight, she would dream as a human. She slept. Better.

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Why wasn't the sun rising? It was 7:30 when she stepped out of the shower, but why wasn't the sun rising? It was dark still, the rain pounded. No, not a dread day. Dread days sapped your strength, your will. No, not a dread day. Today of all days she needed a sunny, happy day, one that could let her forget her troubles and dance with her sideby friends. They deserved the mask today, but the rain always wore away at the mask's strength, the glue. It would fall off today, and they would be forced to remember what they always tried to forget.

Damn. Why wasn't the sun rising?

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