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Voices
Lacey looked around the room, all seeing, but never speaking. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to speak, but almost as if she was physically incapable of doing so. She would send the words from her brain to her mouth, but they seemed to get lost somewhere along the way.
She felt the frustration as a real, almost tangible pain as her mind screamed on inside her, but once again, no words; not even a sound echoed from her lips. She was beginning to feel worried. What if she was broken? Like… what if her body had actually forgotten how to speak?
She looked down at her hands, which she could still see were red and cracked- the visual reminder of what had happened to her, peeking out beneath the bandages.
She glared at that flash of dirty, off white, that should have been brilliant, and clean, and pristine. It seemed like only yesterday that she’d had no need for bandages, or treatments, or therapy, or anything. She had been normal once, but it was almost too far away now, for her to remember it.
The others were clustered around the tiny, old fashioned TV that stuck out into the room because of the deep back. The noise blared from it, making Lacey feel edgy as the canned laughter transported her back in time to just before it happened, when she was experiencing the last few moments of normality that she would…
