Vex97

it starts as a giggle, escaping under the water pouring down her cheeks. a small, small, small giggle that tickles her throat, and rips squeals of hatred from her lungs, hands clutch their squishy palms, legs cross and uncross to the beat of a pacing, furious Heart. a Heart that seems too rapidly running to that pulsing music of drums, and her grin is growing at the corners of her cheeks, and she forgot how to stop the giggles. they turn to laughter; high, squeaky laughs that don’t hold ground next to her slivers of air. she gasps, loudly, and the narrow stall she’s in seems to crowd insistent around her, while they laugh,