Strange demons

She had always battled the strange thoughts that tried to dominate her brain – the most mundane tasks sprung forth bizarre ideas that no sane person should have fathomed.

But she knew things – she knew that if she died in some sensational way, her picture would be plastered all over the news. And she knew exactly which picture she wanted broadcast to the tri-state area, the picture that radiated happiness and perfection and goodness.

Though she was far from happy or perfect or good. Deep inside, in her most base emotions, she was selfish and petty, wanting only what would make her happy and wanting only superficiality.

Would she ever be happy in a way that didn’t put her pedestals above everyone else?

She did not think so.

She did not care to think so.

She did not care.