Bree 'Boo' Fawn {cb}{fin}

The voice warps in your head, making your thoughts rattle like a snake, writhing around, screaming, help me, please, just let me out, please. You silence the voice, like the animals you slaughter and there is nothing left to fight. And the silence begins to scream, you fiend, you murderer, and the silence screams no more. It bellows, blowing the front off the monster to show it’s real form. Of a broken child of nightmares. The hair is black, darker than the midnight sun, matted from the blood of the slaughtered creatures, you murderer. The skin of the fiend is pale, as if the sun was avoiding her, saving itself from the monster. And the sun died for it’s ignorance. The bellowing stops.

Nothing matters to you anymore, your family hate you, are scared of you, you fiend. Again the silence screams, help me, please, just let me out, please. You recoil from the silence, and quiet it goes again. The life you had before, grab it, is dead. It exists no more, no more than a whisper in the wind, a scream in the silence. No words ever could describe the pure unbridled anger that you have, writhing to form, into the body of the agent of demons, and soon, but oh too soon, it won’t be just be animals that cower, but humans as well will scream in a symphony, a pleasing cacophony to your ears.

And then the silence returns, and you remember who you are. No one hates you, and screams scare you, like a normal person, not the fiend you were. Welcome back, Bree. Boo has gone once more, but nothing can stop me returning.

272D38-Bree and Boo talking
778085-Boo's thoughts
C0C2A5-descriptive writing
F2F7AD-Bree's thoughts
95C7B4-heard voices