December 2nd, 2017; 3:30am
"Leave me alone, let me sleep."
She sat up from her bed and looked at me, emotionless. Her face was blank and her eye lids looked heavy, at least, she made them look heavy.
"No, I need you awake." I say calmly.
"Why?" She yawns, rubbing her eyes red again.
I sigh, "a human mind feeds off of energy. Without it, it'll go insane."
"And?" She looks confused. She's too tired to comprehend my point.
"aaand, if you have no energy to feed off of it'll ma-"
She cuts me off, finishing my sentence.
"- make your job easier.. I know."
I nod. I'm a bit sleepy too. Maybe I should give in. Let her win this time.
"Fine, get some sleep."
She looks shocked and says nothing
"What? Do you think I want you dead just yet? No, what fun would that be? I like the competition." I smile at her, showing some type of friendly emotion.
Gross.
December 2nd, 2017; 5:30am
{Since I'm part of her mind, I get to see her dreams. Christ can they be terrifying, even for me. Some of the shit that goes through her head is wild. When they say "follow your wildest dreams"
Don't.}
We wake up in a panic.
"What the fuck, Anathema?" She yells.
"W-what?! It wasn't my fault!"
That dream was..no, no..it was no dream.
Night terror, is what they call it, I think.
"You- you seriously-" she's having trouble breathing, which also tightens my lungs.
"Calm down! I can't breathe you idiot! I didn't mean to do it, I wasn't in control!" I shout, gasping.
She pants, trying to slow everything down.
"Monster. You're a monster."
After what I saw in her mind, I believed her.
Don't ask me what happened in that dream. The blood on my hands petrified me. Consumed me. Consumed her.
Dear god..
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Annabelle & Anathema
RandomA girl and her insecurities, depression, and anxiety are all at war, creating an inner demon as a compromise. Witness life from the demon's perspective.
