sc. / @ruinsought.
[ .... ] the pressure glory was under was starting to really get to her head. the stability she once had was beginning to crumble, right in front of dawn, and she was desperate to grasp any shred of sanity she could. do i need to eat something, she wondered to herself, or is it because those stupid scabs aren't working as fast as they should? it wasn't either of those reasons at all. the barrier between her and her human shell was collapsing, and emotions were seeping into her. was that why she was feeling not-so-fresh? what was that called?
she spins to and narrows her eyes at dawn, ❝ what is this that i'm feeling ? ❞ she asked, somewhat rhetorically but hoping that the little rugrat had an explanation for her. she was tugging at the fabric covering her chest as if she was clawing at an insect that's invaded her body, ❝ i feel all ... gross and ... wanting to vomit my brains out. why do i feel like this ? ❞ she thinks out loud, eyes averting from the floor to dawn, and it begins to sink in. she points an accusing index finger at the little summers, ❝ it's YOU !! you're doing this to me, aren't you ? you and that witch !! some kind of spell ... ❞













