Lies.
Fil sat on the floor, hugging her knees, eyes staring blankly at the wall across from her. She didn't know what was she thinking at the moment, but she knew she was alone. Trapped in this web of lies, drowning in the nets of the people around her.
It scared her.
What… had she been doing all this time? Retaliating against an illusion, breaking all her beliefs and principles, letting the anger consume her, for what? To break the broken? To drag down what was already beneath her?
Fil felt trapped in a house of fire and locked herself in it, breaking all forms of communication to call for help. Instead, she went upstairs — in the attic — to watch the house burn from the little window.
'I should've stopped,' she told herself, burying her face in her knees, ignoring the faint knocks on the door. 'I'm scared.'
