The hydracropsychic effect
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
846
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The hydracropsychic effect
~Completely lost~ - Chap 1.
She sat sluggishly in the chair, her eyes misting over, her view distorted by the rain that lashed against the widow pane. The storm outside was fierce but the storm she felt raging inside was undeniably stronger. Although to see her you would think her almost comatose, her mind was drifting. She saw the glassy surface of the pond, the ducks swimming, and the lush grasses swaying in the breeze. If only...but no.
\"You really ought to stop with these fantasies," she chided herself. She felt numb and drained of emotion. As though she had never in her life experienced strong feelings. She felt as though she never would again. Something had to snap her out of this. Cutting, fire, candle wax, even beating herself black and blue with her own fist had not killed this deadness.
It was like gang green this death of her emotions that started in the pit of her stomach and was creeping slowly towards her mind. She couldn't let that happen. She must cut the infection off at the source before it devoured her and she would do this by any means necessary.
At the moment she was considering amputation. That seemed like a good idea. Not an amputation of the limbs for this was an internal disease, but an amputation of self. She must kill whatever part of her had set this raging thing loose on her innocent psyche.
That day she had glimpsed the quiet little pond. It was so beautiful and peaceful it seemed that no disharmony could exist within its perimeters. She could see herself at the waters edge, the moons reflection glimmering on the water, ever watchful.
The black water would be as cold as steel and its temperature would make her icy insides feel almost warm in stark contrast. She would proceed slowly, letting the water lap over her body, letting its coolness calm the fury within her like the gentlest touch of a lover.
Finally she would be standing with just her eyes above the water and she would take one last look at her lovely surroundings. Then she would take the plunge expelling all the air from her lungs as she sank languidly towards the lakes murky bottom.
She would open her eyes and be surprised to find that it did little to calm her. The water was so dark she could see almost nothing. Then she would feel the burn begin in her lungs as she used up the last of her oxygen. Her head would swim with dizziness and beautiful designs and colors would flash before her eyes.
Finally her body in stupid panic would try to suck in a breath, filling her lungs with the cold lake water. Her last thoughts would drift through her mind before she'd finally surrender to unconsciousness. No, mustn't think like this.
As of yet she lacked the courage. There was pain but the very severity of the pain assured her that she was still feeling. That she was still capable of emotions. Something must end. It is the only way. Perhaps she should!
She sat sluggishly in the chair, her eyes misting over, her view distorted by the rain that lashed against the widow pane. The storm outside was fierce but the storm she felt raging inside was undeniably stronger. Although to see her you would think her almost comatose, her mind was drifting. She saw the glassy surface of the pond, the ducks swimming, and the lush grasses swaying in the breeze. If only...but no.
\"You really ought to stop with these fantasies," she chided herself. She felt numb and drained of emotion. As though she had never in her life experienced strong feelings. She felt as though she never would again. Something had to snap her out of this. Cutting, fire, candle wax, even beating herself black and blue with her own fist had not killed this deadness.
It was like gang green this death of her emotions that started in the pit of her stomach and was creeping slowly towards her mind. She couldn't let that happen. She must cut the infection off at the source before it devoured her and she would do this by any means necessary.
At the moment she was considering amputation. That seemed like a good idea. Not an amputation of the limbs for this was an internal disease, but an amputation of self. She must kill whatever part of her had set this raging thing loose on her innocent psyche.
That day she had glimpsed the quiet little pond. It was so beautiful and peaceful it seemed that no disharmony could exist within its perimeters. She could see herself at the waters edge, the moons reflection glimmering on the water, ever watchful.
The black water would be as cold as steel and its temperature would make her icy insides feel almost warm in stark contrast. She would proceed slowly, letting the water lap over her body, letting its coolness calm the fury within her like the gentlest touch of a lover.
Finally she would be standing with just her eyes above the water and she would take one last look at her lovely surroundings. Then she would take the plunge expelling all the air from her lungs as she sank languidly towards the lakes murky bottom.
She would open her eyes and be surprised to find that it did little to calm her. The water was so dark she could see almost nothing. Then she would feel the burn begin in her lungs as she used up the last of her oxygen. Her head would swim with dizziness and beautiful designs and colors would flash before her eyes.
Finally her body in stupid panic would try to suck in a breath, filling her lungs with the cold lake water. Her last thoughts would drift through her mind before she'd finally surrender to unconsciousness. No, mustn't think like this.
As of yet she lacked the courage. There was pain but the very severity of the pain assured her that she was still feeling. That she was still capable of emotions. Something must end. It is the only way. Perhaps she should!