“she whispers. And even though she tells me that I’m lying, I know that wheels turning in her head as she works to figure something out. “Sidney, it’s not impossible. It’s the truth. I have a death certificate that proves it.” Her eyes close as she tries to shake something from her mind. I feel a shift in the air to an unknown place as she shakily slips a hand down the front of her dress and begins scratching her breast. The way she does it, so methodically and obsessively, worries the h...ell out of me. “Sidney, stop it.” But she doesn’t stop it. The scratching becomes more fierce, and now her other hand has slipped to her inner thigh, digging at the flesh there. I’m mesmerized by her movements but finally snap myself out of it. “Sidney, STOP IT!” I roar at her, trying to pull her from her trance. She ignores me, so I am forced to grab both of her wrists and bring them to my chest.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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