A/N: Hi! This is a story for WWDD and Sarah! It's a Helen/Druitt story but don't give up on it just for that! It's about the abnormals too, and how they are ignored by the world or destroyed. I hope yall like it! :)
Sometimes it seemed like I'm the only one who hears them—the voices of the weak, of the few. Then, like an answer to prayer, someone comes along and sees things the way I do. Like Druitt. Like Nikola, Watson, and Nigel. People who saw the abnormals as people too.
Then they would betray me… or leave.
Years pass. No one hearing the voices but me. Then there were one who don't want to hear the voices. People that cover up their ears and shut their eyes tight to ignore the creatures that I hear screaming to them—begging to be heard, to be helped. People who want to ignore their existence—and if that isn't possible, they destroy them. Because, they didn't want to hear the voices.
However, there's a voice I pretend isn't calling out to me. A voice I'm afraid to listen to, scared it will hurt me again. John's voice. The man I loved and spent years trying to forget and ignore that love. The love I thought I had gotten over.
Then, as if to spite me, he came back. Calling out to me. Begging for forgiveness. Telling me it wasn't his fault—it was the energy creature inside of him. And I ignore him.
While I know it's true that the energy creature is responsible, I don't want to get close to him again. "We can never be together," is what I tell everyone. "For IT is still inside him.
But I know that's just an excuse. I know the real reason. I don't want to be hurt again. Hurt like I was so long ago when I found that John, my John, was a killer. A murderer.
And his voice cries my name, scared. Pleading for me to listen.
What do I do? What I so despise people doing.
I ignore it.
A/N: Please review! Put jibberish in if you want! Just leave a review please, so I see that you read it! Thank you! XD