3… 2… 1
Your body cringes, like an itch inside your skull. The pain is unwelcome, and though not entirely unpleasant, it’s never ending, unyielding to everything you throw at it. You want to scream but silence is the only result you can safely achieve. A scream would rend the fragile membrane of sanity, dashing the tightly held control you’ve managed to maintain.
The dam is about to break, and you sense it. You can feel the waves of pain swell the moment before they come crashing down. As your nerves explode from the overload, you wonder is this the end?
© 2018 Julianne Snow