It's like my eyes are scarred.
But not physically, it's just.....I can see those doors and the shadows everywhere, even in the day when I know they're not there.
And I've started up one of my old habits again. I'm constantly chewing gum. That acrid taste from when I bit that fake Father just won't go away. I've brushed my teeth so many times but it just won't go away. So yeah, chewing gum constantly.
And He's back. And fucking violent. Thrashing his tentacles against the window like bullwhips in quick succession. He's staring at me from outside the airport.
I slammed a fist on the glass. The security guards looked at me oddly, but now I'm just glaring murderously at something that isn't there to everyone else in the airport.
Ohgod I still can't believe he's gone. I refuse to believe it, but....I just.
Thank you all, again, for your help and your well-wishes. I fell asleep very quickly, unfortunately....of course, then I woke up to that Father thing in my room. Lurking over my bed. I choked on my lungs I think.
He wasn't actually there, but.....no. I don't think The Labyrinth is leaving me any time soon.
I'm not going to America currently.
I'm going back to the place that I lived for six months with said adoptive Father.
Thage gave me many ideas with her "Pharaoh's Game" post.....if He hasn't and doesn't show up in Egypt.....why?
I'll find out. Reach did tell me to take it one continent at a time.
Catch you on the flip side,