Pathological People Pleaser

Stop fidgeting. Her own voice sounded stern in her mind, or was it her mother's? She had been going at it all morning, started by turning her rings when her hair was being done. She felt so restless. Her mind felt like a whirlwind that kept hitting every corner of her brain and couldn't escape anywhere. It couldn't, truly. Where would it go? She had no way to channel it into anything, no way to voice her thoughts as she didn't even know exactly which words to use. And even if she did, who would she tell? She'd thought of writing it down in her journal, but ultimately decided against it. Apart from the risk that someone might read it, she feared that physically seeing the words made the whole thing that more real.

Because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. She had never felt anything like this before and so she was sure that it was just a little confusion on her part. Perhaps she was getting sick. Either way, a little distraction would do her good. A morning of playtime with her girlfriends was all she needed.

She entered the clearing behind her home where the game was already set up and her friends were already gathered. Everyone looked at her as she walked down the small stairs, as they always did, and she wondered whether they could see anything unusual. She felt like it was written on her forehead; that mask of hers sure came in handy now.

After the initial greeting, she made her way over to Nelly. Her dearest friend and the last person she would confide in. She was so proper, so perfect, that even the thoughts that Alison were having would probably be enough for her to be thoroughly revulsed. Would she even want to continue to be friends with her then?

Stop.

Her mind was racing way too far ahead again.

"Are you prepared to lose today?" she asked. She'd tried to think of something less generic, following up a topic from the previous day or something, but her mind was so full of whirlwind that that proved to be rather difficult.

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