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The hallucinations were the same as being tortured for real, all of the emotions, all of the trauma, and none of the empathy that would come with such a real life ordeal.

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To hallucinate wings without the ability to alter gravity is a dangerous thing.

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She awoke Christmas morning to the sound of her son laughing in his bedroom and her heart sank right through her skin onto the floorboards she had slept on. She didn't need to wake, the night had come and gone without unconsciousness for even a moment. In seconds she was down the stairs and pulling on her boots. He was calling her from the stairs now, "Mommy, has Santa been?" She didn't turn around just in case she could see him, instead she embraced the frigid air without even a jacket and got in her frosted car. She had to get to the cemetery, take him his stocking and blow him his Christmas kiss. Perhaps then he would settle into her memories for another year, content to be silent, invisible. By the time she was at the small marble tombstone she had no memory of how she'd got there or where she'd parked the car. As her eyes settled on the text her chest constricted, breathing became hard as she placed the red velvet on the icy grass. With shaking hand she blew a salty kiss...

By maria, December 25, 2014.
General

The problem with the hallucinations were their unpredictability. Sonia felt like she'd stand more of a chance if they were always the same thing showing up at the same time of day. Her mind however was far more creative - her "new friends" could show up at any time and be anything.

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Always it was the cat, the little white cat that started the whole thing. She was either a warning signal for what was to come or the cause. Mave would wait for the next "thing" to come. If it were sweet the hallucinations would be funny, friendly. If they were scary then everything after that would be a horror show she couldn't stop. She watched with eyes that could not close for her next "visitor."