Chapter 2: The Benefits of White Noise and Static

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Comments: 1

My inner voice and I never got along even in the best times, so of course she's taken this opportunity to really let loose.

Or that's what would be happening, but I already have my strategy. I never, ever stop streaming, eating, watching, or browsing. The never ending flood of white noise drowns her out.

I must thank every single support I have now, else that bitch would really be on my case. No medical, so no pills. I just have to self-medicate and relax the shit out of myself.
Stress makes her louder, and one very particular time she seemed to be calling my name in real space.

Real life.

From a distance, of course. What other way is there? You don't snipe like that and do it in a person's face. What kind of twat...

A puff of randomly cold air brushes my face, and I shiver. I've been sweating on top of my nest of clothes, flattened bags of chips and empty take-out artifacts slowly fossilizing beneath me.
No air conditioning, no open window, just laying stomach-down in a dark, humid grotto like the amphibian I should have been.

My god, Miss Comeau, you would win gold if there was a Complete Waste Olympics, came the whisper.

Can you believe it started out with trying to give pep talks?

Trying is the WORD.

"Stop being a failure" was somewhere of a summary.
Maybe you could do something with that; feel free to take this coach from my brain to yours while you're at it. For me: Somehow reminding me to hate myself didn't do anything. In hindsight it really was dumb, like trying to put out fires with constant spurts of lighter fluid.

And as a wannabe cave creature, fire and heat is likely the least motivating thing for me, wouldn't you say?


That's too much thinking already.
I queued up a playlist on how to cook a....really, it doesn't matter. I'm never actually going to try cooking this shit.

Hands just turn the volume to maximum and eyes watch the pictures move, so detached they're phantom sensations as I go straight back into the fog.



Submitted: June 07, 2020

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I so love the first sentence in this chapter! I've got to admit, I really enjoyed these first chapters, and I'm looking forward to reading more.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 7:07pm


Very !
thank you

Sun, June 7th, 2020 10:37pm

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