Her head crackled and sputtered while the internal input camera rushed to put the pictures into the proper order and move on to the next shattered images and sort them, too. Meanwhile, her skin crawled and bucked simply NEEDING to peel itself back to reveal the viscera beneath, no longer able to contain it. The clock stopped and started, jumped and then dropped 40 feet only to wiggle jello-like as her heart raced through it’s maniacal bastardized mechanations. A deep breath. A couple of short ones. Licks her lips. Yeah.
Shit.
Day three in withdrawl from the legalized crack they sell you called anti-depressants.

Where, she wondered, in her momentary lucidity, was the pill for THIS?