She stayed in her ball. The first moved and crouched beside her.
"Hey." it said, a sweet voice she didn't recognise in her ears
her eyes squeezed shut, thick thoughts she didn't want to think about flowed through her head. Get away from me. Fear like never before and vomit rose up her throat. She wouldn't open her mouth. Burying her head in her knees, hot tears burning her face she shook her head.
"Bring back memories of good times?"
Chloe still said nothing. She just needed to stay here and pretend it wasn't there and it wouldn't be there. She just had to pretend, false breathing shot down her neck. She felt coldness over her shoulders, as the first moved behind her.
The thickness flowed through her brain. She could feel it all again. The weight on top of her, his hands, his dick, his lips. She heard her own screaming in her ears. She felt the pain of telling her mother nothing was wrong, she was just tired. The sick feeling in her stomach when he'd come into her bedroom again. Night after night. The scent of her mother still on him.
Her brain was complete out of it now. Dawn's room and visions faded in and out. Tigger was still beside her she grabbed him and squeezed him to her. Her heart beating like a snare drum. Sending hisses of pain though her body.
"Remember when she found out. She regretted having you that day you know. She cried for her boyfriend not being faithful to her. She hated you."
Chloe still mute went into the fetal position on her side. "Hate lives, evil lives. Slayers can fight demons, but they can't fight me. Emotion lives above mortals and immortals. If you fight it will be a losing battle."
Chloe still couldn't think. Not even enough to tell what shape the first had taken. She stood up, Tigger was left on the ground. The first continued.
Nothing you do.
She moved to Dawn's bed and took off a sheet.
Everything you do.
She threw the sheet over a rafter. Made sure it was tight.
I will live on. You'll never stop me from talking. Sometimes hear me but I'm there always.
She put a loop in it and used her arms and pulled herself up, and looped it around her neck. Still holding on.
Evil lives. Forever.
She let go. Gasping her last breath as the loop snapped her neck. She swung there, Tigger still lying on the floor. She other clothes in a pile. She wore her pajamas to die. The first grinned.
In a flash she it was Chloe. Her dark hair and purple shirt from the day before. She smiled and sat on Dawn's bed watching the swinging corpse.
"Finally"
and laughter filled the room.
"Hey." it said, a sweet voice she didn't recognise in her ears
her eyes squeezed shut, thick thoughts she didn't want to think about flowed through her head. Get away from me. Fear like never before and vomit rose up her throat. She wouldn't open her mouth. Burying her head in her knees, hot tears burning her face she shook her head.
"Bring back memories of good times?"
Chloe still said nothing. She just needed to stay here and pretend it wasn't there and it wouldn't be there. She just had to pretend, false breathing shot down her neck. She felt coldness over her shoulders, as the first moved behind her.
The thickness flowed through her brain. She could feel it all again. The weight on top of her, his hands, his dick, his lips. She heard her own screaming in her ears. She felt the pain of telling her mother nothing was wrong, she was just tired. The sick feeling in her stomach when he'd come into her bedroom again. Night after night. The scent of her mother still on him.
Her brain was complete out of it now. Dawn's room and visions faded in and out. Tigger was still beside her she grabbed him and squeezed him to her. Her heart beating like a snare drum. Sending hisses of pain though her body.
"Remember when she found out. She regretted having you that day you know. She cried for her boyfriend not being faithful to her. She hated you."
Chloe still mute went into the fetal position on her side. "Hate lives, evil lives. Slayers can fight demons, but they can't fight me. Emotion lives above mortals and immortals. If you fight it will be a losing battle."
Chloe still couldn't think. Not even enough to tell what shape the first had taken. She stood up, Tigger was left on the ground. The first continued.
Nothing you do.
She moved to Dawn's bed and took off a sheet.
Everything you do.
She threw the sheet over a rafter. Made sure it was tight.
I will live on. You'll never stop me from talking. Sometimes hear me but I'm there always.
She put a loop in it and used her arms and pulled herself up, and looped it around her neck. Still holding on.
Evil lives. Forever.
She let go. Gasping her last breath as the loop snapped her neck. She swung there, Tigger still lying on the floor. She other clothes in a pile. She wore her pajamas to die. The first grinned.
In a flash she it was Chloe. Her dark hair and purple shirt from the day before. She smiled and sat on Dawn's bed watching the swinging corpse.
"Finally"
and laughter filled the room.