Memory pt. 1

A lot of the time she tries to pretend that it's normal, that any other person in her situation would feel and act the same way, maybe worse. It was another day of procrastination, stressing, and general dreadlocks twirling when that person called.

"Hi sweet pea." The voice was very agitated, that familiar tone that for spoke of the usual trauma to come. It was the evidence that the entity had arrived.

She really hated talking on the phone, especially to this creature who used to a be a different person...or maybe the issue was, she really never changed.

"Hello, pod. How are you doing."

"Eh, okay, ah guess. Have you been eating?? Do you have food?? Have you been busy with class??" It was the nervous line of questioning that really was meant to direct her to the inquire about the next paranoid inducing pain.

"Yes, pod, I'm fine."