[Backdated to 03/17.
CW: Loss of bodily autonomy, dissociative imagery, ...YEERKS]I don't know what I expected, when I started to dig into things, but it wasn't -- how could it be? -- any of what happened.
It was just supposed to be a bit of investigative journalism. Maybe a little more investigation than I'm supposed to do, but isn't that me, what I've always done: wanted to know more, wanted to
be more than whatever life it is I've let myself into?
The water's turning my skin red in the shower. When I'd gotten in here it was with the explicit intent of scrubbing the grime of the last few days off my body, but now I can barely feel it. As though the -- thing that had been inside my head -- hadn't taken care of me. Far from it. It had let itself easily into my life, scrubbed up, made sure I looked neat and clean for work so no one would suspect.
( after the party... )