You look up and give me a sad smile before you fade away.
Now, I see your body sitting at the table. A bowl of cereal is mush in front of you. Your skull is crushed in, the blood dried on your temples.
"No, no, no, no, no, no!" I whimper as the voices invade my mind again.
He died.
He's dead.
You don't have his protection anymore.
There's no escape now.
"Ma'am, you need to calm down."
I glare at them, tears flowing down my face. I see one of them picking up your body.
"Don't touch him!" I shriek, and run at him.
A piercing pain stops me. I look at my chest, where crimson stain is growing. The voices scream and I close my eyes. When I open them and look up, I see you again.
"You're safe now (y/n)," you tell me with a smile, holding out your hand. I take it and you pull me into your chest. I cry, holding you tightly.
"Don't let me loose you again," I whisper.
"I won't," you whisper back, stroking my hair, just as you've always done to calm me down, "I promise."
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Whispers In The Dark
FanfictionThe voices whisper horrible truths in my ears. I wish they would tell me a beautiful lie, just once. But no such luck. They're a part of me. And the one good thing I can say about myself: I've never been a liar. Short Form Started September 21, 2016
