Chapter 18 - Mad World
I was not expecting to find myself in an empty void. Or for me to feel incorporeal and disassociated… like I had disassociated when I still lived with Dad and I needed some form of escape, since he had treated me as a drone to train instead of a child who had just lost her mother.
I was definitely planning to call Mrs. Fahrenheit to set up a therapy schedule now; oh, I had a whole storage unit’s worth of baggage to work through… Thanks, Dad. Really nice gifts from you.