Chapter 34

As she lies between my legs, her back against my front, I peer down at her now and then while she sleeps, gently wrapping her sliced arms with bandages. It's clear that my Dolly was out of her fucking mind. I didn't recognize her. The way she looked into my eyes with no emotion, the way she spoke didn't carry her usual voice. It was like a fucking demon was living inside of her.

Everything she said was hollow, yet somehow true. It twisted my fucking gut. I've been around madness for many years to know the signs of someone losing their sanity, and in that moment, she lost hers. Everything is triggering her to its highest peak; she's dangerous and broken. And the more I spend time with her, the more she reveals it. Day by day she is showing me the darkness she tries to mask. Just like them? Who the fuck does she mean? All I know is when she said it, it fucked me up. I wanted to move away, not touch, or hurt her anymore.

She suddenly stirs, and when she slowly opens her eyes, they fix on me bandaging her arms.

"What the fuck happened?" she murmurs sleepily, trying to move.

I pull her back down. "Almost done."

She avoids eye contact with me as we fall into silence, her emotions clearly conflicted. "You don't remember what happened?" I ask, curious.

She shakes her head. "No, I remember being in the shower, and then everything went blank."

I let out a big breath, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. As soon as I am finished, I lift her, lying her beside me.

She faces away, and I roll onto my side, gazing down at her until gradually, she falls back to sleep. The room is filled with a deafening silence, suffocating. I watch her intently and my mind races with thoughts that I can't seem to untangle.