Trauma child ~ Another single piece of art????? Sorry, I'm not patient enough to wait so that I can share a project with multiple pieces, so for now this is what's gonna happen :,) ~ WHAAAAAAT??? More perspective art????? Welp, she's smashed a mirror in her haze of pain and confusion. Here's a little insert from her perspective: I wake up thrashing my legs, as pain shoots up my for-arms, I look around frantically, my eyes stinging from the tears, trying to grip onto reality. Anything, anything of home, but instead all I see is a blurry white fog, wrapping itself around my muzzle, pouring into my eyes. I hear a high pitch scream coming from just beyond the fog. Is there someone there? I realize my throat is so tense I can barely breath, my jaws so wide it hurts, I try to find a paw hold on them, clamping my mouth shut, still a wail echoes throughout the empty nothing. My paws too are still crying out, and as I paw at my muzzle, I feel sticky liquid clinging to my fur. It takes a moment to make impact with the glasses, I must have worn them to sleep, and I vaguely remember it, but the relief is so strong when I toss them away and against the wall, that the memory too is flung from my mind. I can see again now that the foggy glasses are gone, despite the sting of my eyes nose and throat. It feels like my sinuses are on fire. My eyes immediately dart downwards, sending a spike of pain through the back of my head, nothing to compete with the pain my paws are emitting. I'm standing in a puddle, fractured and sharp...no not a puddle, a pile of glass. The glass is broken into a million pieces, each gleaming up at me, reflecting a part of my face. Eyes, a million eyes are staring back at me, and I freeze taking in the sight of them. Them and my paws, red. I've woken up like this before, yes many times. Had I not smashed this mirror last night? I look up to see the empty indent in the wall where the mirror had been. No it wasn't last night, it was the night before. I must have tried to finish it off in my dreams. And yet they still stare at me. A low guttural growl fills my stinging throat as I begin yowling insults at the eyes, telling them to look away and leave me alone! But they never listen! They just keep staring, unblinking, their pupils tiny, franticly looking from side to side. Conversing with each other. I hadn't intended to insult them above a mutter, but I find myself screaming so hard, my words aren't making sense to my own ears anymore. Eventually the screaming becomes a squeak, and then a choking, gurgling noise, until I sink to the ground, among the pieces of glass, sobbing. broken bean :<
