Indeepmani

The camera pans across a dimly lit basement. Chains hang from rusted hooks. A wall stained with something that could be blood, or paint, or both. In the corner, a woman sits calmly, hands tied, eyes steady.

ALLIE (V.O.):
They say the mind can shatter like glass. But what they don't tell you... is that the pieces don't always want to come back together.

broken minds

She didn't remember coming to him.

Didn't remember packing the Polaroids, or the journal entries she'd started scrawling in manic loops.

Standing in the lion's den with every intention of setting it on fire.

"I want to remember everything," she told him.

Then she pulled the journal from her coat and held it out to him.

"I think you should read this. Maybe you'll find her in there."

"If you're reading this… I've already lost."

Chapter Thirteen – Allie