(did you hear that?)
(My own voice echoes off the smoke stained walls, penetrating me with its emptiness.)
H- Where are you?
(Do you see anything)
H-I just want to be left alone, y-y you freak
H-(The hurt gasp that escaped my through my teeth, wasn't my own. )
J-“I am here on a count to you, therefor you, Hailey, are the freak”
H-( I am now thoroughly confused.)
H- Not possible, I have friends family, a boyfriend that loves me. I am no freak
J- But you don't even except yourself? Why so much self loathing?
H- (Disfigured bodies slowly claw at me from all directions, their limbs clutch on by threads of skin.
H-How do you know that? Who are you?
H-(Their faces slowly brightened into sinister smiles then fade.)
J- I am colour
J- I am music
H- - but... that makes no sense
J- I am the creativity that flows within the confines of your veins
J- I am your imagination, but you can call me Jane (Holds out hand)
H-( Shakes it apprehensively)