The Box Pt 1 There was no other way to tell her but to spit it out. Bitter and full of spite I glared at her. 'you've lost it you nutter, time to go to the coocoo's nest' She winced slightly but no real pain registered in her eyes. She seemed to not notice her incessant pleading and swaying made her look crazy. She seemed to not care she had chewed her thumb nail to the skin. As I walked away i felt a small pang of what could have been guilt. She was left there shaking sweating and out of breath. Her teeth were clenched and she dared not move. He was right. She was a nutter. 23 years young and not a thing wrong in her perfect #life. Moving slowly toward the floor she folded herself inward and almost dragged her thin body towards the box. Grabbing it tightly with clammy hands she sat.
