Psychosis
"Except you cannot outrun insanity, anymore than you can outrun your own shadow."

As the light flickered overhead, casting brightness onto her for a split second, her eyes focused in on the room. Before the light was taken from her, she realized that she was in an iron prison made of white walls and linoleum floors. Her eyes widened and her fear welled up in the back of her throat. /No, no,/ she thought, /This is all wrong!/ Her heart pounded in her head as the world turned to black for another split moment, and in the next, the room lit up again, confirming her fears. A mental asylum – This was where she was? This was where she had been? Her purpose was suddenly gone, her realization forcing her to the mundane. She clutched her hornhelm to her chest, her eyes welling up with tears. All of this time – Could that really be so?

She had lost every sense of reality that she had. Her true self had been sleeping deep inside of her, while her heightened persona had been walking around, pretending to be her, all of this time. Behind the metal gates of the institute, she was forced to become this persona in order to protect herself. She felt her body overcome with mania spiraling out of control, euphoria overtaking her system like adrenaline. She wasn’t her, not one bit – And she liked it. For the first time in her life, her anxiety was not plaguing her as a constant threat to her well-being. She had believed that she’d had powers to heal the wounds of everyone who was hurting, that she finally could be something more, that she could actually help others and make a difference.

And like a wisp of foggy air disappearing into the night, it was gone. She clawed and scratched for any happiness that she could get, and she longed for nothing more than to go back to that time, nothing more than to evade reality and return to her happy place. To believe that she had that purpose again – Anything to believe that she wasn’t as useless as she felt now. She felt ripped away from the euphoria, and clawed and scratched for any scrap of it, but she found it nowhere. She was trapped within the asylum walls as they grew ever heavy on her, the eyes of the white-coats staring into her backs, always listening, always judging her behind their backs, saying that she was suffering from psychosis, that she was deluded to the real world.

It was an incredible feeling, let alone, an incredible experience, just to escape for the short time that she could. The real world was a far harsher, more demanding place. She wished that she could go back. Back to when nothing hurt, back to when she didn’t have to live in fear.

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Lore idea by Smoothy written by Rebdomine
Familiar= Baku

" A baku is a japanese mythological creature that eats nightmares.
You can call out to it and it will come eat your bad dream, letting you go back to sleep peacefully.
but the thing is, the more often you call it, the hungrier it gets-- until it eats all the good dreams too, along with all your hopes and desires, leaving you to live a completely empty life"