You can feel yourself slipping.
The virus, worming its way into your brain.
The pain, it comes slow at first, but it gradually increases.
Your insanity, slowly dripping away.
Gradually,
You lose yourself,
Bit by bit.
In the end,
You're not who you are.
You're someone different.
.....bad different.....
YOU ARE READING
Little Things
Short StoryRandom thoughts. ---------- "I'm not random, you just can't think as fast as me."
