TOUCHES
mhm... I wonder if I have any email in my msn... ah! I did... but... eh, whatever. Enjoy! Lol...
If there was one thing he knew the voice hated, it was being ignored. If there was one thing he hated more than the voice, it was listening to it.
That voice gave him nightmares, the way it was constantly in his ear. Always, always. Telling him nonsense and lies and utter horror.
If there was one thing he hated more than listening, and more than the monster. It was the fact that he was being swayed by it. He felt himself slipping away from the person he was, even if the picture of that person had long ago been clouded and distorted.
It was sick.
He held tight to a knife. He was cutting bread for his sandwich. That voice had started talking to him.
"Cut cut cut!" it sang. "Slit yer wrists, slit yerr throat! I don't care! It'll make it easier for me! Cut cut cut king! Cut because ya want to!" he gripped the knife tighter, resisting the sudden temptation to plunge the metal into his stomach. "Why are ya denying yerself, my little Alice king?" it laughed.
"I'm not a king. I'm not alice. I am me." he put the knife down, moving to his room. It would be safer in there.
He could almost see the serious frown in his mind. "To me, you are king. I was born from you, I serve you. But you're also my Alice. And I as the Queen of Hearts must see to it that you play games with me." it smiled, giggling a little. "Or off with your head. Off with your crown."
He learned to tone out the insanity. He had to. He never replied. But it knew he was listening. Whenever it spoke, he froze, and his attention was always wrapped up in that voice, what threat of death it would come up with.
He was too strong to commit suicide. And he would never let this thing win. If he had to fight it he would. He had to fight to protect, after all.
"I'll kill all your precious friends Alice King. I'll then I'll take you all for myself. Only I can understand you, and get inside your mind. I love you best."
This thing didn't love him. But he felt invisible lips on his forehead, and arms around his waist. And some times, when he provided substantial entertainment for it, he could feel it laying beside him at night, half whispering and half singing a lullaby he could have swore his mother used to sing.
"Hush now little king, the days been long and tiring. Sleep. Have sweet and peaceful dreams. Hush now, little king. Find comfort in your bed."
He hated that voice in his ear. The way it cooed and whispered until he was lulled away, because he could never quite stay awake when it was singing to him. He hated everything about it. He hated the way he could feel it.
He hated everything about it.
"Well you're a selfish brat. When I've done everything I can just for you. I feel unloved, My sweet King." it cackled loudly. "But sleep and I'll give you sweet dreams tonight. Just tell me you need me, and I'll leave you alone."
"Never." he whispered, covering his face with his pillow. He felt a hand run down his thigh. He couldn't pull away, because this was all in his head.
"How sad, Alice King." Lips pressed against his cheek. "Good night then. Sweet nightmares"
sometimes there was just no winning.
OWARI
mhm. I fully had to go watch alice in wonderland just so I would know a good deal of the story. I've never watched it before. Anyway. Please review!