don't you know there's a part of me
It seems that she truly is one of the unluckiest fish in the sea.
The being with the sharp teeth and cold touch had entered her, forcing itself into her body. Or that's what seemed to be the case. Either that or she had been horrifically cursed to hear the plaguing thoughts, feel the anxiety, and everything else that came along with it.
It was horrifying, to hear a voice other than your own combating against your own thoughts. As the day grew longer it became harder an harder. It was quiet at first, like an itch at the back of your ear, haunting you but still something she could at least try to forget, but as she swam back home- journeying back deep under the depths it became worse. Her skin was scrawling and body and heart felt like they were on fire. Part of her wanted to scream for her father- but he had already seen her in such a state. A state caused by the shrine. She couldn't let him know- no- this was her fault, after all.
And there was the thing she had neglected. The spirit had given her what she wanted.. she had became a shark... but there was something different about it. Something that made her hate the shift and want to rip it out of her body. It led to her almost ignoring it- almost.
Other things took over her mind and as the day grew darker, she found herself overcome with emotions. There was a pull and her anxiety was screaming. Danger. Bad. Evil. The voice was yelling in her head and all she could do was give in and hope that it would leave her once she appeased what it said.
And that's how she ended up here, laying almost on the shore. Her body curled up as much as she could as she had her hands placed over her ears, hoping that the voice would cease and she would be free of him. There was only half an inch of water above her, meaning when the waves lapped just right, she was met with the cool breeze of the oncoming night. The fleeting sun caused terror: Why did it have to leave her?
All she could do was sit there and hold back terrified sobs, wanting to be freed of these awful feelings.
The being with the sharp teeth and cold touch had entered her, forcing itself into her body. Or that's what seemed to be the case. Either that or she had been horrifically cursed to hear the plaguing thoughts, feel the anxiety, and everything else that came along with it.
It was horrifying, to hear a voice other than your own combating against your own thoughts. As the day grew longer it became harder an harder. It was quiet at first, like an itch at the back of your ear, haunting you but still something she could at least try to forget, but as she swam back home- journeying back deep under the depths it became worse. Her skin was scrawling and body and heart felt like they were on fire. Part of her wanted to scream for her father- but he had already seen her in such a state. A state caused by the shrine. She couldn't let him know- no- this was her fault, after all.
And there was the thing she had neglected. The spirit had given her what she wanted.. she had became a shark... but there was something different about it. Something that made her hate the shift and want to rip it out of her body. It led to her almost ignoring it- almost.
Other things took over her mind and as the day grew darker, she found herself overcome with emotions. There was a pull and her anxiety was screaming. Danger. Bad. Evil. The voice was yelling in her head and all she could do was give in and hope that it would leave her once she appeased what it said.
And that's how she ended up here, laying almost on the shore. Her body curled up as much as she could as she had her hands placed over her ears, hoping that the voice would cease and she would be free of him. There was only half an inch of water above her, meaning when the waves lapped just right, she was met with the cool breeze of the oncoming night. The fleeting sun caused terror: Why did it have to leave her?
All she could do was sit there and hold back terrified sobs, wanting to be freed of these awful feelings.
that longs to go into the unknown
delta
