M𝐢𝐧𝐝 O𝐯𝐞𝐫 M𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; e. pevensie

Pick Up The Phone Alice, is There Anyone There?

{"I'm in tatters thinking 'bout her"}

       My phone rang today. Four weeks, three days, two hours. That is the time that it has been since I walked down those creaky steps and found that something was not okay. 

       It rang a couple times, actually. At first, I was scared. It rings over and over again and I am happy that there is another sound to fill my days. I was scared, but now I am not. I wish to pick it up, but I figure that would be stupid. I'm here for a reason, and that phone call seems out of the ordinary. Although, one could say I am out of the ordinary. Or, cooky. Either one really. 

       My arms feel heavy, though I am sure I have never been this light. I cannot move, my body is paralyzed. My mind is still, I am hungry. It feels good, should it feel good? I don't know. Personally, I've never enjoyed being starved before, however frequent it happened. But, time changes the mind, doesn't it? I think my dad said that, I can't remember. I do not remember often, so I write. I write down what I see, when I see, how I see. 

Sometimes I think I can survive this, sometimes I think, I miss home.