Never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

The mornings had gradually become brighter for each day that had passed, and today the sun-rays fell through the curtains with a sickening glee. They tickled Alice's eyelids, annoying her until she simply had to open her eyes and face the day ahead of her. She sat up, her body stiff, while looking over her shoulder at the curtains.

Have to fix it. No sunlight.

Usually the birds sing at this hour but today they were silent. Resting. It took a while before the bathroom's fluorescent light flickered on, and when it finally did it proceeded to make a very faint, albeit sharp sound. Alice could hear it but didn't think much of it at first, it was just one of the many background noises she had grown accustomed to. The mirror, although new, had already begun to gather some dirt but it was not yet enough to bother Alice - perhaps the thought of cleaning the window wouldn't cross her mind until the specks of dust, pieces of old, dried out toothpaste and the remnants of squeezed pimples covered it completely--

Window.

She stared at herself. The bags beneath her eyes looked heavy, no wonder that people stared. But her eyes - the windows inside the window - seemed to live a life of their own, twitching every now and then. Alice raised a hand in order to make it stop but the motion was interrupted by something coming into view behind her. A dark blur moved through the room and in the blink of an eye there was something light sitting on her shoulder. If it hadn't been for the fact that she soon felt a sharp pain in her right shoulder, she would have claimed that she had barely felt the weight of the creature at all. Alice looked at its twin in the mirror. It kept tilting its head from left to right and then back again. Eventually it, the mirror image, moved closer to her ear, leaning in as if it was about to whisper a secret. Her eyes widened slightly when it opened its ebony beak and she saw something that she at first thought to be a tongue slithering out of it, but there were more than one.

Nevermore.

Cruel eyes studying you

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WON'T YOU JOIN THE DANCE?

Awakening

Even though it was starting to get dark outside, Alice decided to take a walk in the woods. What better thing to do but to go out and get some fresh air in order to cleanse one's thoughts? But no matter how long she walked, the pressure over her chest did not lift. After a while she stopped and looked around, only to find herself lost in the dense forest - this particular area was unknown to her, and now, when it was far too late, did she realise what a stupid idea it had been to venture outside.

As she stood there wondering what to do, sour thoughts making their way into her mind, the sun continued its journey downwards. Soon a path on her left side caught her eye. Alice had seen this path before; but that had been in a dream, and right now she was quite awake. At least she thought so.

It couldn't be the same path. She was not dreaming.

Nevertheless she approached the partially overgrown path but was startled by an ear-piercing noise. Feeling like her heart was about to burst, Alice stepped away from the path and nearly fell down to the ground before something, several things, several sharp things dug their way into her hair and skull

Shrieking and images and blood

until she could feel the blood trickling down her forehead into her eyes and down to her open mouth.

Darkness and.... snakes

She ran, trying to cover her eyes from eager beaks while another noise joined the cacophony. Overpowering everything.

They're not snakes.

Sentence first, verdict afterwards

So I've somehow managed to make it to Wednesday... and I have no idea how. I find that my mind has been shattered. The looking glass is no longer whole, and I cannot pick the pieces up lest I wish to cut myself. All that I'm waiting for right now is the seven years of misfortune.

... Who am I kidding, it's already started, it did a long time ago, but I didn't want to see. I don't want to see. People are acting weirder in school now - though how do I know if it's just in my head or not? They might be acting normal for all I know, in fact, so many things in my life might just be illusions... I'm finding it harder than ever to discern the truth from the lies. The lies which my head makes up.

I'm... overusing ellipses so much. I'm sorry for my incoherence, I'm sorry for my random bursts of anger and my "inappropriate" behaviour. It's never been this hard to control before. I'm afraid that if I continue to write, I'll just become even more pitiful, or worse - I'll start rambling nonsense again.

THEY'RE COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY

Remember when you ran away and
I got on my knees and begged you
not to leave because I'd go berserk?
Well! You left me anyhow and then the
days got worse and worse and now you
see I've gone completely out of my mind.
And,

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa,
they're coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
and I'll be happy to see those nice young
men in their clean white coats and
they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

You thought it was a joke and so you
laughed, you laughed!
When I had said that
losing you would make me flip my lid - right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laugh,
you laughed, you laughed and laughed, and then you
left, but now you know I'm utterly mad.
And,

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
to the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds
and basket weavers who sit and smile
and twiddle their thumbs and toes
and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house
and this is how you pay me back
for all my kind, unselfish loving deeds? Ha?
Well, you just wait--they'll find you yet,
and when they do they'll put you in the
RSPCA you mangy mutt!
And,

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They're coming to take me away, ho ho, hee hee, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
and I'll be happy to see those nice young
men in their clean white coats and

They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds
and basket weavers who sit and smile
and twiddle their thumbs and toes
and they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa!

To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
and I'll be happy to see those nice young
men in their clean white coats and
They're coming to take me away!

First club meeting...

... of the year that is.

I couldn't concentrate, couldn't have any fun. The photographs I took were all either blurry beyond reason, or contained no birds at all. No one except for Andreas seemed to notice anything being out of the ordinary with me, but he didn't ask me about it. I guess I'm glad he didn't, I don't know what I'd say.