Misty
"Buck what is going on?"
He grips my shoulders tightly. "There's someone inside my head Misty. They're saying You're going to kill me, to murder me. You're not going to do that to me are you though? You're not going to kill me Misty. Are you? Tell me Misty. Tell me you're not going to kill me. They said you took my knife so you could kill me with it. You're not going to do it though are you. Promise me you're not going to kill me."
"I promise I won't kill you Buck. I took you're knife so you wouldn't kill yourself. But if you want me to I'll take you to your knife."
"You really promise?"
"I really and truly promise."
I took Buck to one of the few sub-dens I knew about. I hid it in the crook of a tree. I'm hoping giving him the knife back will help him, but it could go either way.
Buck
'You've got the knife back Buck. Do it. Tear at your skin Buck. Tear yourself apart. You know she'll still kill you anyway. Do it. Do it.'
"She promised me. She promised."
'But what is a promise? A few words that is a promise. You don't know she really promised.'
"I trust her. I trust her don't I?"
'No Buck you don't. She's going to poison you. She's going to murder you.'
"She wouldn't."
'She would.'
