Tracy-Lynn-Pond

 Once upon a time, in a faraway land, somewhere in the California-type region but with more magically-ness, there was a young maiden. She had hair the color of gilded doorknobs and eyes that glittered like weepy Anime characters, except she never cried, for she was too happy (and had been born without tear ducts). Her name was Agnortha, and she lived in a condo in the forest with her pet raccoon Nerdsy. One day, while Agnortha was dropping water balloons off of her balcony and laughing as passersby were struck and suffered wet clothes and minor head trauma, her phone rang. Agnortha hurried to answer it, and found that it was the King of the

“So, what’s been bothering you?” Dr. Cole asks, looking from me to Ycart and back. I glance at my Other, who is tapping her fingers together and staring at the floor. My own fingers are tapping uncontrollably, and my words are quick and uncertain. “I’ve been feeling, like, kind of anxious, especially in the evenings, and I’ve been… I don’t know, maybe having panic attacks for the past couple of weeks… Like, they’re not super bad, so I’m not sure if that’s what they are, but my stomach gets really uneasy and my chest feels, like, hollow and sometimes I hyperventilate, and