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"GET OUTTA MY HEAD!" Celena screamed, doubling over in pain, "STOP IT! I'M NOT LIKE YOU!" She stumbled
backwards, knocking over a lamp. She steadied herself on a bedpost, panting heavily.
"Celena?" Allen peeked into the room, concerned, "Are you okay?"
She nodded weakly as Allen walked over and held her by her shoulders from behind, supporting her. She leaned into him.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She whispered, "He's getting stronger..."
Allen hugged her reassuringly, "It'll be fine. Just get some rest, alright?"
Celena nodded, wishing she could fully trust his words. Allen smiled at her, and left to get ready for the celebrations.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Celena watched helplesly as the door closed, leaving her alone to fight her demons. Scratch that. Demon. Singular. She closed
her eyes and sank down onto her bed, head in her hands and elbows on her knees. He'd be back soon. She knew it. He always
tried to take control around this time. Burning red eyes opened in her mind.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, Confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling, I can't seem...
'LET ME OUT!'
"NO! YOU'LL JUST GO KILL EVERYONE!"
'It'd only be what they deserved,' he sneered.
"NO!"
'DO IT!'
"I'm not letting you out," Celena sighed, "This is not open for debate! I'm tired, and I have a party to get ready for, so GO AWAY!"
Celena kicked him out of her mind, and threw up the barriers she had been taught to build up in her mind. She could feel him
pounding against them, and she ignored it.
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence, and I'm convinced
That it's just too much pressure to take.)
I've felt this way before
So insecure...
It had been like this ever since she came back. She had managed to take back her body, and now just carried him around in the
back of her mind. It was slowly killing her, eating at her from the inside. He was the poison, she was the vessel. When she felt
that her barricades were strong enough to withstand his attacks, she stood and began her preparations, reflecting on her situation.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
He always got stronger around this time, as well as more manipulative. It would only be a matter of time before he broke through
again. Celena sighed. They used to be friends. They had formed a truce and had coexisted peacefully for about a year until that
fateful day. The anniversary of the end of the Great War.
He had ravaged her mind, forcing himself into her body, and throwing her back into his dark subconscious. She could still hear the
screams of the people he ahd slaughtered that night. Allen had found her the next day, collapsed on the floor of her foom, blood
staining her clothes and hands.
She had cried in Allen's arms and related back to him what had happened. He had held her tight and rocked her back and forth,
whispering soothing words of how, "It'll be alright," and that it would be "okay."
Well it wasn't.
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distraction, reacting
Against my will I stand behind my own reflection
It's haunting, how I can't seem...
She had a crazed, murdering monster inside of her, and all the energy that it took to suppress his hatred and bloodlust was sapping
her. Both mentally and physically. She had trusted him, and he had used her. Brutally.
Celena sank down into a chair, exhausted with only changing her dress. Everything would have to wait. She was just too tired.
Allen always worried about her. He was very supportive, and constantly watching her, although making sure he wasn't smothering
her. She was grateful for that. Knowing he was always there, while still respecting her freedom. But he was always worried.
Celena smiled. She loved her brother. He was like a magnet, drawing people to him. He had friends everywhere, but she only had
one. A sick, twisted creature that resided in her head.
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
That it's just too much pressure to take.)
I've felt this way before
So insecure...
It was that same creature that prevented her from having any normal relationships. Allen had introduced her to his war-time
friends. They had been polite, but painfully obvious that they did not trust her. The King of Fanelia didn't even bother being polite.
He didn't acknowledge her existence!
A stray tear ran down her cheek and she brushed it away angrily. What did she expect? She had killed thousands when he had
been in control. Did she really expect them to accept her with open arms? Dogs even ran away from her with their tails tucked
between their legs! Only Allen had stuck by her after the war. She was alone, and that would never change.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
Celena sighed and rubbed her temples. He had stopped trying to break through her barriers, and the dull headache was slowly
subsiding. She rose unsteadily to her feet and made her way to the dressing table. She picked up a brush and ran it through her
short hair. It had never grown any longer, a testimony to the demon she held. Her curse.
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
She moved to her bags, and began digging for something. She pulled out a golden tiara with a red stone mounted on it. she
fingered it gingerly before putting it on across her forehead. She looked at her reflection, thoughtfully. She'd wear it tonight. Her
eternal reminder of him and his sins.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot though her head making her gasp. He was forcing his way through her barriers! She screamed and
clutched at the sides of her head. It felt like he was ripping the inside of her skull apart.
"STOP IT!" She screamed.
Dilandau continued his assault on her mind, tearing at his prison. She opened her eyes, catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror.
Her eyes were flashing between blue and red. Celena gritted her teeth against the pain and tried to defend herself. She ensnared
him in a tendril of her consciousness, and suspended him in nothingness, where he flailed fruitlessly.
'BITCH!'
Celena fell to the floor, panting, completely drained.
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing what is real
This lack of self control I feel is never ending
Controlling, confusing what is real...
She sat up slowly, fighting the blackness that lingered at the edge of her vision. She passes out; he wins; people die.
It was going to be a long night.
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A/N: *radio announcer's voice* That was 'Crawling' by Linkin Park. Don't touch that dial...