this isn't my body

Tea swallowed again, another wave of disassociation threatening to take her over.

Her fingers gripped her desk, knuckles turning white.

She could feel her classmate's gaze upon her, confusion spreading over his face at her terse composure.

She ignored him. She had to hold on. She had to.

you've never been alone

From the time you were conscious, you've always had Sarah with you. When you were younger, and telling people about the imaginary friend in your head, well, it didn't go over well. Sarah took it upon herself to make it so you wouldn't remember her when you were awake, so you could fit in better.

You hate this. Intensely.

Sometimes you barely want to wake up, you do all your important work at night, anyway, and waking up makes you feel incomplete. To lose all this, to face the day without her? You think about your eighteenth birthday with dread in your heart. One day, you're going to lose all this.

And it terrifies you.

you've always been alone.

Your name is Tea, and although it's not pronounced that way, people call you teabag regardless, when they call you at all. You talk too much for your own good and you're too awkward to not inevitably annoy anyone who tries to befriend you. Therefore, your only friends are books, and you spend all your free time reading, to the point where it's maybe a little too obsessive. Sometimes you stare at the crowds and dream of having a friend, but, well, that's not for everyone is it?

Recently, crows have been following you a bit more, and you swear sometimes, the wind listens to what you tell it to do. You've always been a child of the forest, as if looking for something through the trees. The woods call to you, the breeze carries a promise of something sinister. You stare out the classroom window.

You have to answer it, don't you?