The Scream of the Banshee

Calm Before the Storm

Misery lay herself on her bed of nails again, silent. She was just so scared. She wasn't sure what to feel, or what to think. The thought of Doom falling into depression made her eyes well up. Though she almost always had tears running down her face, the amount was especially high today. The worst part, was that it was not over yet.

"I just want to scream. But my throat is killing me," she croaked to herself.

She let her emotions loose after a while, and began to shake with sobs. She folded her arms and lay her head down on them. She stayed like that, crying until she could take no more. She just decided she'd drift off to sleep, and stay asleep. She slept and slept.

"Misery? Moira's starting to feel better. I gave her some medicine," said Ruby, shaking her before she spoke.

But Misery did not stir. She didn't moan. She didn't even open her eyes. She was stuck in sleep. She was in deep sleep now.

"Well at least we don't have to hear the screaming anymore," sighed Ruby as she reached the top of the stairs.

Misery slept the whole day away. She didn't wake up until the sun arose. It was a new day. A day that would possibly never be forgotten: the day of Moira's death.

Though Moira did seem like she was getting better the previous day, this particular day held no promises. Sure enough, she was back to that old, tired cat she had been before. But this time, it was different. She was too weak to move her legs. She was too weak to move her head. She was still. She meowed a troubled-sounding, almost fearful meow.

"Oh. My poor little Moira," sighed Ruby, frowning.

Everyone was happy that Misery hadn't screamed again since the previous day, but their hopes of not hearing it again were crushed when they heard another episode start up. This time, it was troubled. Almost filled with desperation.