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Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

Pretty Words “Do you

Pretty Words “Do you love me?” Tayla frowned. “Of course, I love you.” I shook my head. “Why?” Tayla laughed. “Impossible not to,” she said. Pretty words. All glass and gold. I floated away and painted suicidal fantasies on the walls of my skull. If I could live forever, I’d love everyone, but I wouldn’t, and I didn’t. All I knew was that Tayla, the girl holding my hand, knew the way home. She held my hand and rubbed the tendons between the bones. “Come on,” she said. “Just breathe.” It was the sound of her voice that saved me. It was the sound of her voice that made it okay to open my eyes.

Delusions I was too cold. White air sucked the wind from my lungs. I shivered, and I hurt. Gid came and pushed his hand into my chest. My ribs shattered in violet shards. My guts turned to water. I felt as if I’d shit myself. Gid spun me in tight circles. “All of this is yours,” he said. “Just take it.” My legs cramped. My hands hurt. Blood poured from my palms, the arches of my feet. He pressed his dick against my ass. “Stop,” I said. My voice was weak and thin. The words rose like fog in a wind, breaking apart. He reached around and shoved a finger into me. Ice cut through my thighs. I screamed. I screamed and screamed. “This is your world,” he said. “This is all you have.” Somehow, I woke. A tree limb tapped on the glass. I felt for Tayla but she wasn’t there. I was too scared to sleep. I was too scared to get up. Everything hurt. Everything pressed on me. All I could do was cry and wait. Tayla came out of the bathroom. “Hey,” she said. “What’s wrong?” She lifted my face to look at her. All I could do was babble. “It’s okay,” she said. She had no idea. “Butter,” Tayla said. “I’m right here.” Her warm hands saved me. When she kissed me, my chest opened. My heart beat. “I’m dying,” I said. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “It only feels like it.”