Elliot walked to the door, ignoring the slithering snake since it was just a picture on the wall. It wasn't real. It was not real.
"How do you control it so well now?" the question was made to be vague. She wanted to know everything, for she needed some way to keep it together. At the moment she felt sick, but even when she felt in complete control, she still was afraid of getting too close to someone. What if she hurt them by accident? What if she hurt one of the friends she already had? She only really had two, maybe three if she counted Aaron, but she was always on the fence about considering him to be a friend. He was kind to her, and he didn't really ask questions when she needed the pills, so she was at least friendly with him.