The Witch Within

I had been reduced to a plaything.

I slid down with no strength left to support myself upright. It was going horribly wrong, I tried his 'let it go' method which only worked when I was conscious enough to be driven mad with the pain coursing through my body.

I had an instinctive fear consuming me, if this goes on I'll either be dead or be driven mad. But… what if Jordan was right and it was just madness that had resulted after the trauma I went through.

I banged my fist on the marble as my eyes went awry, considering the possibility. But… Sarkhan had said I need to adapt to it.

It could be a non-terminal mental illness.

I clutched my hair, shaking my head at the possibility. It wasn't far-fetched. Maybe I did make it all up…

A sob broke through me and then another. I rocked through the anxiety of my state and the frustration of being helpless. I cried harder as all the anguish I went through flooded me with a strong force.

What do I do? Where do I go? I didn't want to die, but I didn'