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This is our story.
And this is the story of a girl who slowly goes insane over the course of many months.
(Sometimes she likes to think of her selves in fractions of three—maybe four?)
As sanity degrades…
She fights with her first lover over nothing. Is demanding, rude. Ignorant. Does not return what she is given.
Then comes the Break. Schizophrenia, Real doctors say, though others diagnose differently. Maybe BPD and dissociation, a combination that melts away the very prism containing the self. Regardless, she degrades. Episodic Downfall. History that was nearly so very bloody—
Convinced that her lovers are possessed and the world isn't real, she drives. She'll kill him with a rock to the skull, first. Only, she speaks with the sky the entire time. And it's alive with crows who say, "you've already won, killed him dead."
It's not the end. She drives through the desert, makes a call. Readies a pickup of a weapon, and becomes the gunslinger, crazed. Screaming at the sky while roaring toward her love, now prey.
They guide her from the sky, black birds. Dissuade her from her gun, usher her toward the ocean. There, she will climb this narrative and escape this reality, bringing a final End to the Darkness.
Only, while speeding to the ocean, they start to drive her toward the sirens, a medical beat that settles in her veins.
Shift course, fifth wall broken; her own meta, by someone else. Reality is something else. She needs the hospital, she knows that now.
Divesting herself of everything, she abandons her car and goes naked into the city, obtaining a shopping cart and a stick. Hails a cop, then another. The second brings her to the infirmary.
She seems healed ... then Breaks.
Again.
Making accusations against everyone, ripping away all connections, paranoia run rampant, convincing her they've all committed the most heinous of crimes. She fights and claws her way back to her car and crawls across the desert once more.
This time, the sky convinces her, her lenses are off. She turns around halfway. Then diverts course, convinced she can be Reality's Savior in a town with a name like a Pattern.
Loses her grip and abandons her ride once more, screams at strangers and strikes at eyes. The sirens arrive, take her off to another facility. They will help her there, in hell.
Everything is connected after that, sequels written in keys dropped one by one from the sky. She goes insane again, this time heading East at a Walk.
In the end, she starts to heal. This takes time.