everything felt wrong. It was too light for one a.m., and the grey light skewed everything it touched into a ghoulish caricature of itself. The streets were vacant, and all nocturnal creatures had quelled their stirring, leaving no proof of their existence. There were no signs of life, but she heard the cacophony in her head. Every second of the last four months played simultaneously in her mind, moments flickering and chaotically crashing into each other, overwhelming every sense in the silence. She dug her nails into her wrists, hoping that the endorphins would rush into battle and rescue her, sweeping her away into a singular moment of clarity. One second to learn where she was, and why she had done it.
