The dark place in our hearts

1: A short story

-Harley-

Ever since the first session I did with my friends, my head has been filled with voices that come and go as they please. They whisper the bad things I've done like proud parents praising their only child. I know that if I was to be in a session with the voices in my head I wouldn't be able to fight back against their desires. I would summon the creature my friends and I called upon during our first session.

We were under the impression that we were summoning just a small harmless spirit but something went wrong. All the candles died, casting darkness over the room. The air was still and cold as something came out of the symbol that was painted on the table we had in the middle of the four of us.

Whispers and echoes filled the room as a booming growl ruled over them. "Who dares disturbs me."

I could only make out an outline of the creature as I backed away, accidentally passing over the protection circle. Screams and laughs filled my head. I dropped the book to hold my head as I fell to my knees. I looked towards the creature as the rest of my friends stared at me in shock. I swear the creature's eyes were also on my weak form.

My friends were able to get rid of the thing but the voices still echoed in my head. If I lead a session with the voices in my head then I would most definitely summon them again.

I looked around my office for a distraction. If only Livia was here, she would keep the voices quiet. I smiled at the thought of seeing her again but it soon faded as remembered that one of the leading officers had the key to her cell. I had hoped that if I turned her, I would be able to convince the leaders to allow her to stay with me so I could look over her and see how she was doing.

I ran my fingers through my hair before getting up and heading outside the building. They won't be needing me for a while so I took the opportunity to get myself a cold drink.

The bar was decorated with green paint and dark wooden flooring with old paintings hanging around the edges of the room. I took a seat on a stall and ordered a glass of brandy. I sighed as I brought the cold glass to my lips. Piano sounded in the background as people laughed and yelled at one another.

"Rough day?" Her voice sounded happy and close Livia's. I Looked up and saw her, the blue-haired girl with black eyes that can trap you in its stare.

"It's been a while." I coughed as I saw how different she looked. Pain shot through my chest as I saw her black vain on her arms and around her eyes. She

"Missed me then I see." Her voice was light and happy, a contrast to her appearance. Her smiled and laugh calmed my thoughts and the voices that won't leave.

"Very." I laughed. She leaned against the bar as she watched the door. Her smile had vanished and her attention was not on me but by the entrance. I guessed she was working, bounty hunting the runaways and other government enemies.

I wish things could go back to the way they were. The days where we partied all night and laid in bed, holding each other till the sun rose. I can still remember how the sun shone through the cafe window and made her look like an angel. Her light brown hair in a ponytail, a smile that warmed your heart before the drink she served even had a chance to do so, her emerald eyes lured you in against your will like a siren.

As I broke the trance, I saw my hand extended out towards hers. Luckily, she pushed herself off of the bar and started to walk away before she threw me a quick bored goodbye.

"You did such a good job with her, she's your best creation yet." They hissed.

"Shut up, she deserved none of this," I growled back as I slammed my glass on the table. Eyes looked and judged me before returning back to what they were doing before.

I got up from my seat and left the bar, trying to keep my vision clear of any sad emotion.

"I can't wait for you lot to disappear again," I mumbled to myself as I received chuckles and sniggers from the voices.