Imaginary Figures

She cried again at the figure in the room. Low howling screams echoed around her as she wept for them to stop

Dark figures swarmed, encompassing her. Murmuring for her to die. She clasped her hands over her eyes begging them to stop

Her Mum was beside her, begging her to see the truth.

The pills and therapy hadn’t stopped the invader poisoning her mind.

Shaking her head, her Mum pulled out her phone for help.

But it was too late.

It was always too late.