mrsenjolras
"Hey."
I didn't have to pinpoint through too many connections to figure out the bearer of that scornful voice. What a joy, my personal demon.
I whipped around, fists clenched. "I know you're not real." The blood was starting to rush towards my face.
He was sitting on my bed, a goofy smile glued to his mocking expression. "Are you letting the medication decide that for you?"
His cackles followed me through the narrow alleyway as I blindly dragged my hand across the rough and gritty texture of the stone walls. Time was falling through my fingers like a shattered glass, its piercing wail just as mocking as the echoes that continued.