in a mad world, only the mad are sane
Broken. That is what she was. Broken.
Tirzah had not been the same since that day her mother entered her mind. She could do nothing to stop her. Prague came in and took over, shoved her away to some corner. Prague owned everything during that time her motions, her words. When she had what she wanted she left without putting everything back. Her own mother had fractured her mind. Things were missing, and she often slipped away to the darkness. Her mother had left her a crumpled up mess, a paper ball thrown on the floor- discarded. Insignificant. Broken.
The chestnut looked normal from the outside. She wasn’t deformed; she wasn’t super fined boned, being the daughter of Prague and Jason, but living in the shadows had left her soft, muscle not as toned as they should be. She had stayed out of sight since that terrible day when Prague discarded her. The shadows had been her refuge, and she never left them. But now she was here, in this field in the open, in the light. She didn’t know why and it had her scared.
Tirzah stated laughing, it was nervous, light, and fitful. It morphed slowly in to a darker laugh, wide eyed and dangerously out of control. Her eyes darted around, and she seemed to shrink. Her breathing became rapid. And she muttered things under her breath,”Real? Past? Which is which? It’s my mind, not hers, never hers. You are in control. Real. It’s real. Shh shhh. Its real.” She had self soothed for many months now, the shadows had their own comforts but her own voice soft and low was the only thing that sometimes kept her present. So she would often talk to herself.
The broken mare tried to move inconspicuously to the tree line, to the shadows, except she failed terribly. Shifty eyed and jumpy she flinched at every slightly out of place sound. So she ended up looking like a jumpy hitchy coward. There were just too many bodies, too much space…and if she lost herself she wouldn’t like to know what would happen. So she tried to flee, to hide. She stood at the tree line muttering, like she did to herself often; weaving her head, watching, like she always watched. Silent in the shadows, where her broken mind could do no harm.
tirzah
ooc: still developing her- she may change a bit. so hang with me xD