Cassidy's POV
I scream.
It hurts.
I hear his voice but it's drained by the screams in my head,
"Cassidy, Cassidy, calm down!" I open my eyes and try to focus on his, they looked scared.
Where am I?
Oh, I'm in his loft.
Where I usually am.
I'm not at school today because I woke up to screams, loud and clear. Is this what Lydia feels like? It must be awful. I have tried to tell him all day today that I think I'm a banshee, but I can't talk. I can only scream. When is it going to be over? The piercing screams keep filling my head, and my hands fly to my ear, wanting to scratch them off.
"I...can't...." I try to swallow my yelp, "they're screaming...."
His eyes widen, and it looks funny. In fact, everything looks funny. It's all blurry and twisted. Finally, his mouth opens and words are so faint I can only make out one word, and it scares me. That one word I can make out from his light, faint voice fears me and every shaking bone in my body,
"Banshee..."
My eyes shoot wide open by then and my bones feel like they are going to collapse. The tingling shaking feeling in my marrow doesn't stop and I feel sick. Before he or I can say anything else, something feels like it's crawling up my throat and my vocal chords burn as I let out one....last...barreling.....
scream.
