[ Heather was sick of the world normal. For the past two days (it had seemed like an eternity, really), she'd constantly been telling herself this isn't normal, this isn't normal and if I close my eyes, everything will be normal again. It never got her anywhere. In fact, she'd learned the word 'normal' was just a way to sugarcoat things. To reassure yourself that the changes you were going through weren't going to be permanent. To rationalize things that didn't make sense to you, and boy, she was tired of trying to make heads or tails of everything.
As a waiter comes to offer Heather some manner of hors d'oeuvres, she picks one up and chucks it back in his face. ]
I don't want any damn food! Take me back! I have to kill her! I was — I was so close..
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[ Heather was sick of the world normal. For the past two days (it had seemed like an eternity, really), she'd constantly been telling herself this isn't normal, this isn't normal and if I close my eyes, everything will be normal again. It never got her anywhere. In fact, she'd learned the word 'normal' was just a way to sugarcoat things. To reassure yourself that the changes you were going through weren't going to be permanent. To rationalize things that didn't make sense to you, and boy, she was tired of trying to make heads or tails of everything.
As a waiter comes to offer Heather some manner of hors d'oeuvres, she picks one up and chucks it back in his face. ]
I don't want any damn food! Take me back! I have to kill her! I was — I was so close..