The Sentinels m+m's

Spiraling. Spiraling. Spiraling.

Kirain was trapped in an endless loop of doubt and sorrow.
Selfish, selfish, selfish.
The word struck like a blade, carving deep into her chest.

She didn’t even notice the poor stranger trailing behind her. Every ounce of her focus was consumed by the struggle to move, lifting each leaden paw, forcing it forward.
Move. Move. Move.
The only rhythm she could cling to.

What was happening to her? Why did everything feel so uncertain, so wrong?
Alone. Alone. Alone.
She didn’t want to hear it.

With a sharp shake of her head, she tried to cast the voice out, her breath catching.
No. No. No.