Welcome to the twisted world I call Madness! - Yes, this is a new little brain child I recently had, and decided to try it out. For all the readers of Feathers on the Water, don't worry. As soon as I run out of fresh ideas for this little thing, I'll go back to poor Engy and Dea. - Anyway, enjoy. Also, this is a high-rated T. None of that fluffy, 'oh, I used a curse word' T type stuff. No. This deals with rape, cutting, suicide, and it'll touch on what I'm guessing a lot of other stuff. I just don't personally think that it goes into enough detail that it deserves an M rating. Teal me if you think otherwise, and I'll happily change it.
Madness is a funny thing, isn't it? It draws you into a spinning world of color and confusion. It's a never-ending merry-go-round of blurs, going ever faster, set in the world's slowest moving carnival. The strange thing is, while you look out at the world, all you see is confusion, but you look around inside the little world the ride creates, and everything seems so clear.
Insanity sucks you in like a cheap drug, addicting, enticing, taunting and flaunting its power over you. You don't realize that it's hurting you, you only know the craving inside, yearning for another droplet of precious confusion. One drop, the beginning, two, the addiction, three, stronger cravings. The farther it goes, the faster you're dragged into the routine, the harder you fall. You see people around you, trying to 'help' and you start to despise them. You need no help, for where is the problem? There is none, none at least, to you. They want to make you suffer, by taking away your shelter. That's what you tell yourself. You start to use it as a shield, embracing the spiraling darkness to your burning soul.
You wander farther down the road, drinking the air in deeply. Soon, you care not at all about the people around you, who you then disregard even as people. Then, you even go as far as to forget that you yourself are human, and think more along the lines of a god. You're invincible.
So much so, that it scares you. You hurt yourself, trying to reverse the damage down, all the while laughing and crying, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Finally, the step into the abyss. It swallows you whole, and you crash, hard. You completely isolate yourself, speaking only when necessary, putting novel meanings into simple phrases, cramming complex sentences into one or two words. Everyday words your last lifeline. You become invisible to the moving world around you.
Who grabs onto that lifeline? Who pulls you from oblivion? Who cares enough to follow you, just to save you? What happens if no one catches you? What happens when that thin line can stretch no more and snaps?
You fall and snap back into reality.
Your only hope is that someone saw that final attempt to
finally
be
noticed.
Or, you really do fall. Fall into an eternal black. Fall into the real abyss.
How do I know? Me, the girl in the back of the room, the only secluded one? Well, I'll tell you how. I've gone through it. Through it all. And I regret so many things I've done that were wrong