Whispers

"Your daughter is special"Special, that was an interesting word for it. More like broken. Broken and scared she was losing her mind. Or maybe she'd already lost it. Thoughts, images, ideas that had no business in the mind of a child raced through her brain, taking over her consciousness until all she could do was shut down and let them run. There was no room for her. Maybe there wasn't really a "her" underneath all the noise. The only thing that tethered her to her body, to the here and now...