Clubbed into dank submission.

She heard the door quietly being pulled closed as she rolled onto her side and faced the wall. Her feet were tucked under the blanket at the end of the bed. Don't do it. Do it. Don't. Do. She clutched her forehead in agony, it was burning a hole through her skull and her contradicting thought pattern was jolting back and forth like an unsteady train. She had felt this building up but had spent so much time repressing it, trying to be normal.