V.O.C. of the People

Enough

As the door slammed behind Farrah, Phillip slumped into his chair and reached for the bottle. No need for a glass tonight.

Phillip’s mind swam, but he didn’t let it bother him. No one else seemed to give a damn about the state of his mind or anyone else’s, so why should he? You could delve into someone’s deepest secrets, enthrall a crowd, even rewrite someone’s life, and somehow Phillip would still be talked down to like a child for objecting.

Enough was enough. Damn his mind, damn everyone and everything…

Phillip passed out, half-formed curses echoing silently through his mind.

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