Hound
She pulls away. I guess that's a no. I turn around, staring at the wall.
“What do you mean?” She whispered.
I swallow. “About shat—”
“You said you're paralyzed. What do you mean?”
It means I have no feelings. I don't feel things anymore. I should. But I don't. It means I speak but don't know who's talking. Like someone else is talking.
It means I don't know who I am. I don't know what I want. It means I'm numb.
It means I lost myself and I don't remember when.
It means...
It means...
“Nothing. I'm stupid, I don't know where that came from—"
“You do. What did it mean?”
It means I'm so lost, so cold, so numb, so ashamed of who I am, so...and it kills me.
It kills me inside.
That's what it means to paralyzed. Not knowing who you are, and not knowing why don't know. And not
