The silence becomes unbearable as I wring my hands, knowing I'm utterly useless and yet I'm not quite able to grasp that.
They're at war, and I'm waiting here like a sitting duck. I wouldn't be of help anyway, I'm far to useless.
"Mommy?" Childlike innoecence, coating the walls in a thick, sweet, slime that threatens to drown the demons that play key to the sing that I dare call me.
"Mommy?" When will she stop? She's dead, little girl. You'll be dead soon too.
"Mommy?!" The child's voice is halted as they reach her, a sickening snap of a neck breaking, and than the wet tearing sounds of flesh being pulled from bone, sinew stripped from muscles and marrow extracted from undeveloped limbs.
Oh child, didn't you see? The monsters will get you, when you least expect it.
They will thrive off your happiness and crush it, stomp it, burn it, to the ground. Anything to see yet another success completed by their own hands.
A loud banging breaks me from the horrors displaying themselves beneath my closed lids. They've come.
"Open up!" A loud, authoritative voice calls, crushing my small flicker of hope, much like the voices in my head told me they would.
"You have to the count of three!" The voice trills again, making me want to clutch my head and scream. Fore it was because I was useless, that they were dead.
"1!"
"2!"
They don't make it to three.
My mind erupts, much like the act of a volcano and everything is coated in blood. The noise stops, and my breathing commences, thick, deep, blood ridden breaths that dare to make me stoop to my knees. I was useless, and they were dead.