You don’t belong here.
You may be labeled all kinds of things – mentally ill, addicted, depressed, anxious, lazy, a failure. You may be stigmatized.
Many animal shelters won’t let people adopt black cats around Halloween.
Of course, what person in their right mind would let her put them through such pain year after year after year? My idea was interesting, but totally impractical, given that tiny little problem. So I let it go, for the time being, and life continued on as usual.
To the untrained eye, she didn’t look dead. She looked very much alive, in fact, but even the most oblivious of persons would be able to tell that she was… different. I could feel it as she stared at me, her eyes unblinking.
So, in the dark of the night, I chose a fate for both Alessandra and myself, and prayed to whatever could hear me that I would escape this ordeal alive.
How you gonna bootycall
all this magic?
All this fire and brimstone?
Now, bear with me. This is just a theory. But I’m going to walk you through it, and you better believe that the next time you watch “The Witch” your mind is going to be blown.
I remember running across the tops of hay bales, heart beating hard in my chest, playing chase with my friends. When you get older, you’re playing chase from far worse.