Demented

ii.

she bowed her head.

she walked past from person to person, moving her thin body like wind. 

"what are you doing evelyn?" he asked. 

"im not doing anything thomas." 

"stop it." he took the cigarette from her hand. 

"i wasn't d-"

"what? is it the voices again evelyn?" he stared at all the scars on her arms. 

"yes"