Trauma is one hell of a drug - Taylor

After leaving the mansion, her days had felt like a blur. A reliving nightmare of her deepest fear occupying her mind to the point where it was driving her crazy. Nothing seemed right, nothing seemed to fit in place. She had left Taylor's side at some point, she couldnt even remember anymore. It wasnt that she wanted to get away from him, but she thought it as the only possibility of keeping him safe - Staying away. She had stayed out of everyone's focus, the future gang would have heard nothing from her in the time she was gone. Did they even care? The bastards hadnt even looked for her, none of them cared. Only Taylor had cared for her, been there and now she was afraid that she was going to hurt him. It really just was a clusterfuck all of it, and she hated living.
But eventually, the need to see him, feel him close to her was too overwhelming. Without him near her, she felt truly lost, left to the nightmare alone without anyone to understand. A poor stranger had reached out for her with the intent to help, but she was blinded. She had acquired a knife but never really used it till the man's hand was in her view. In a swift cut, she slit open his palm and looked up into his eyes with her blanked out ones, almost seeming dead. She rose to her feet as he screamed and looked at his palm in horror. "All you had to do was follow the damn train, CJ," she mumbled in a foggy tone as she grabbed the man by the collar, hammering the knife into his shoulder. But was she ready to fall? Would god approve of a life taken in vain? Fuck god, she thought, he never really cared much anyway. She twisted the knife to hear the man's screams echo throughout the empty streets, lights turning on in the nearby apartments as people stuck their heads out to see what was happening.

//Out <33//