Ire.
The ire of undesired thoughts breaks down into nothing but anguish. Ubiquitous images swirl in my mind… thick as fog and immovable. I am unable to brush them away, but for a second I thought I could forget their existence.
But swirls of agony eventually grasp the mind, demanding full attention, as all pain does. The once hazy fingers of unbearable matter clings to the brain suddenly solidifying and becoming something that is impossible to ignore.
The abysmal truth cannot be shrugged off as all may hope. The dispersed data must link into repulsive information; obvious, true, hideous. No matter how hard we try to hide under blankets of lies, squeezing our eyes shut, it is no use. We only ever find that the mind has occupied a continuous echo, scream, of reality...
And as much as I wanted to be ignorant, I am forever tormented. And the more I want to forget, the clearer the pain blazes.
I am infected by the truth.
I have no cure.
But I’ll never die. I’ll only wake up to realise, every day that she is...
And that’s worse than death.
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The Ire in Viremia
FantasyKurlz Basheld is a teen wolf at a school for mutants. Their is legends of there existence, but one horrid day confirms it. A warning or war is thrown onto the school, but can Kurlz save it before it's too late?
