Insanity
by
Cynthia Taz
For disclaimer and such please refer to chapter 1.
- WILLOW'S POV -
My hands are smoothing her slowly.
My arms are holding her tightly.
And I let her hold me back...
Calming me...
Whispering into my ears.
She tells me how pretty the stars are...
She tells me all the tales about her daddy and Miss Eddie...
In a way, I know.
In that small annoying spot in my mind, like a spot of dirt on your back that your hands can never reach, I know.
She is dead.
She is dusted.
She is gone.
To the happy land Miss Eddie had promised her... promised us.
So, I sing.
I sing for her.
For her hair...
Her hands...
Her eyes...
Her ears...
Her.
Then I feel the powers sing to me.
Not the annoying Powers-That-Be, but the powers in my blood, the magic that has taken the annoying babbling Willow away...
They sing to me.
To Dru.
To us.
The fireflies reach out from my hands to those nasty old men.
Lighting them.
Giving them lives that they curved.
Feeding them blood that they needed.
Guiding them to the far away land of fireflies, far far away...
Tara stops in front of me after I have given my blessing to those nasty old men.
Her eyes... so blue... so bright, like the stars that sing to me each night.
Like the stars when they told me that Dru is gone.
Dru.
Gone.
And at that moment, I feel a hand.
A hand from heaven...
Reaching down...
Into me.
To my body, my head, my mind...
Cleaning that spot that has been annoying me ever since I was born.
Cleaning it... leaving no spot...
Willow Rosenberg dies tonight.
- WILLOW'S POV AGAIN -
Dru is looking at me, a silly smile on her face.
She always looks silly when we're alone.
I reach out for her.
Her smile disappears.
Oh no. She's cranky.
Must be because I get my hair all messy.
A good doll doesn't mess up her hair.
Or her dress.
Or anything.
So, she punishes me... in a good way.
A way that makes you feels pain while you long for more... and more... and more...
A way that makes you begs for more... and more... and more...
Until your soul dies a little more.
But not today.
She doesn't move... doesn't push me on the floor... doesn't touch me all places... doesn't bite, or punch, or lick...
Because she knows I'll do that to myself...
Good dolly knows when to please her little mistress... especially when she's angry.
And I do.
I don't want to stop... not even when my hands start bleeding, not even when I feel my world starts spinning... not even when the smelly nasty slayer and the honey smelly witch pin me down on the floor...
Because if I'm good, my mistress will come back to me...
She'll pet me, talk to me, sing to me... like she always does.
Because I'm her dolly.
She always loves her dolly.
Who doesn't love their dolly?
Dru is here! Dru!
Yah! She's smiling at me again.
Smiling and smiling and smiling...
And frown.
And turn.
And left.
I blink, and look down.
Mud... dark mud climbing up to my legs...
My body...
My hands...
My face...
My mind...
And I scream.