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people into his Kingdom.” “I’ll show you a demon slayer,” I mutter breathlessly through more stabs.
They’ll never catch him. I know that in my bones.
know the way he looks at me. He’s scared of me. He fucking should be.
I don’t want to be drugged up anymore. The more comatose I feel, the more I start to forget my henchmen. They don’t visit me in here. I haven’t heard what happened to them after the car accident. How badly they were hurt, or if any of them even survived. The possibility of one of them being dead nearly does make me crazy.
“The outsiders—people that think they’re normal—they don’t understand people like us. We see the world for what it is. This Earth is layered, just like an onion, and we’re only living in one of those layers. Us—we see the other layers. The energies that exist in this world and all the ugly and evil that comes alongside it. These layers are thin and strong entities can walk through the cracks, into other layers and wreak havoc.
“They say it’s all in our head. But I think they’re just suppressed. The things we see—they’re not in our heads. They’re in our faces. In our lives. And sometimes, in our bodies. They just can’t see them.”
Glenda’s like me. She sensed the rot. She knew it to be true. And she got rid of them.
Crazy people are the most interesting people in the world if you’d just let them be who they are. Medicating and drugging people until they’re mindless zombies would make anyone depressed, you dumb bitch.
Seeing things you aren’t capable of might be normal to them, but it certainly isn’t the same definition you have declared as normal.”
“You did, Sibel. Your henchmen were just an extension of you. Everything your henchmen did, was actually you. You completely disassociated from the acts you were doing because you were convinced it was your henchmen that was doing them.”
Why do the shortsighted people get to claim what is and isn’t sane? Slowly but surely, I calm.
