At the End

The Descent

"HELP ME! YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" A woman's voice.

"OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP!" The shrill voice of a child.

"PLEASE!"

"I CAN'T TAKE IT!"

"JUST KILL ME!"

"MAKE IT END!"

The voices blended and meshed until they were nothing more than a blur of pain and suffering. Just when it got to the point I was going to join the voices, screaming out, it ended. The fear, pain, and voices all subsided. I gasped, trying desperately to fill my lungs. A mental attack, the bane of the Mind Universe. I never agreed with the name, a mental attack. Only the first few were attacks, the rest was just a chain reaction. It all started when the boss of a gang, called Reaper, wanted to punish a girl named Kate for cheating on him. They sent a message composed of all the pain, hate, and fear they ever experienced. But The Reapers miscalculated, instead of just punishing her, they broke her. The message overloaded her brain and she became trapped inside of it. And like everyone does when they're in pain and afraid, she screamed for help. Kate sent a message to everyone she knew begging for them to help her, but because of her broken state, all she did was overload those people with the pain she felt. Then those people started sending messages trying to get help and so on. All of this because of a dysfunctional relationship, Reaper just couldn't forgive and forget. If my mind had been any weaker, I would have joined them, just a ghost screaming out in pain. As it was, the damage to my mind could be fixed.

I stood up on shaky legs and assessed the damage. Most of the grass had died, the flowers and other decorations looked like they were burned. Cracks ran the walls and despair leaked through the openings. So much for a room designed for comfort and relaxation. It would take me weeks to repair, I might as well start over. The dragon framework was ruined, ripped to shreds by my pain.

"Computer," I shakily said.

"Yes Jane? Are you alright?" The Computer sounded worried. I didn't know they programmed her to show worry.

"Report a mental attack to the police. Then assess damage in the other rooms."

"Sending report now.... Report sent. The internal damage seems to be at 60%. None of the memories escaped the household, but organization is ruined. Anger is currently chasing Terror downstairs. Luckily, those emotions aren't so dangerous."

"Put the house in lockdown."

"Done." Slowly and surely the ice wall grew, thickening and hardening, encasing the house in an ice cocoon. Nothing can get in and out now. I let out a long sigh and got to work. I decided to deal with Anger and Terror first. I made my way through ice halls and down ice stairs. Halfway down the stairs I heard them. 

Please tell me what you think. I know its short but I'll add more soon.