[ With every fragment of her being she screams, screams out denial, a harsh and high note of negation, of refusal, of the only name worth crying. She is being crushed by the pressure, by the overwhelming power of that voice, and so many others chiming in from her own memory. She feels the world decay beneath her feet, and so many voices chiming the same thing. She cries, and screams to be rescued — like she has been so many times before, calling for the only person who could ever help her, ever protect her, ever save her from any darkness or doubt. ]
/fails to see crappiness
No!
[ With every fragment of her being she screams, screams out denial, a harsh and high note of negation, of refusal, of the only name worth crying. She is being crushed by the pressure, by the overwhelming power of that voice, and so many others chiming in from her own memory. She feels the world decay beneath her feet, and so many voices chiming the same thing. She cries, and screams to be rescued — like she has been so many times before, calling for the only person who could ever help her, ever protect her, ever save her from any darkness or doubt. ]
[ She screams, and is met with silence. ]
[ She is silent, even in her sobbing. ]
[ She is alone. ]