Colours And Shapes

“Colours. Shapes. I see them but I can’t connect. I’m cut off from the reality in which the rest of humanity resides.”

River rocked back and forth, knees pulled up to her chest and hair slung messily about her shoulders. She felt pressure as tears built up in her eyes and squeezed them shut, resisting.

She wanted her mind back. She wanted her own thoughts to think.

When she opened her eyes once more, Kaylee was there, arms open and welcoming.

She tried to smile.

“Hey, River,” Kaylee greeted her.

She nodded.

”River, are you okay, honey?”

Her tears fell.