by Miriam Bell » Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:28 pm
"Yeah, like viewing things through a distorted lens. I looked back at some of my records and none of it really lines up with what I remember. For a while I was convinced my name was Norma and that I was dead, surrounded by other dead people. I could see it in their eyes and how empty they were. I could hear them but they didn't make any sense. Turns out they were just suppressing my telepathy. They felt wrong because I couldn't feel their minds, couldn't interpret their expressions. There's so much that goes on when you just look at someone's face, you don't see the individual pieces, but I couldn't see the whole, couldn't put it together, couldn't even explain it to them. There was no more filter through which to put everything. The rest of the world was right there but I couldn't parse it anymore."
She finally stops to take a long sip from her drink. She hadn't intended to talk this much, but somehow it felt safe to talk to Will about this. Kind of like writing in a diary, entrusting something to an inanimate object so you wouldn't have to tell it to a person and make yourself vulnerable. The fact that she could reach out and tear out the page again if she wanted to helped, even if she'd never actually do that.