CLARICE SOREN :: D9 :: fin

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Age: 13
District: 9

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Come away to the water
To the ones that are waiting only for you
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They swoop around me, their sightless pits staring into my very soul. I scream and cower- trying to get as far away as them as I could. But they followed. I ran: they ran. I ducked: they swooped after me. I couldn’t escape them, I couldn’t escape the horns, the knife sharp teeth, the said eyes, they mournful howls. They seemed to be dragged to me, whispering words that sometimes are inaudible- but at other times as clear as crystal. They taunt me with their words, taunt me with their eyes. I was their puppet, I was their doll. They had me in their arms and they were never letting go.

Come away little lass

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Come away to the water
Away from the life that you always knew
We are calling to you
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You watch as the girl dances around, her dark hair flaring out around her- like a protective ring. You watch a smile, a smile so delicate, so intent creep onto her small lips, her small rosy cheek bones rising with her cheerful smile. When you watched her at times like these you almost forget the type of pain, the type of fear that hides within this young girl’s small body. When you watch her at times like these you forget that she is not normal, you forget that she is a girl haunted by her own imagination.


The girl twirls around on thin legs, her arms gracefully keeping her balanced. She looked like a bird, so graceful, so elegant. You close your eyes for a moment and image a small chirping mocking jay- flying through the trees, elegantly dodging braches and singing with a voice that make people stop in their tracks. But when you open your eyes, the girl has stopped dancing, she has stopped moving al together. She stood stone still, her usually warm dark eyes glazing over. Her eyes, they were not eyes that you associated with such a little girl. They were large and round, and cold.

Come away little light

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Come away to the darkness
In the shade of the night we’ll come looking for you[/center]

But there was something about them, something that drew you closer to the girl. It was almost as if she had hooked you by the shoulder and was dragging you towards her- the only problem with that was that she hadn’t moved. not even a muscle. She just stood stone still, her long dark hair hanging loosely around her expressionless face. You tried to look away; you tried to tell your body to stop, to stop moving towards her. But you couldn’t you couldn’t stop. There was just something about her that seemed to urge your body forward, which seemed to cling to you, to beg you to help.

Finally you reached her side and with a gentle fingers her pulls her hand into your own. Your whole body freezes. Her hand- her hand is as cold as ice. Turning away she pulls you along, her hand hold your hand tightly. You begin to feel panic rise up within your body. For years you have been watching this girl, every move. For years you have watched a she sits screaming and shaking clinging to a strangers- then realisation dawns on you. She had chosen you. Chosen you to be her next victim. You had seen this happen over a hundred times, you had watched as she sat with her victims, her eyes ide and fearful, the stranger clinging to her just as tightly as she had clung to them… and after a while she stops screaming. But there wasn’t silence, no; cause then the stranger’s screams filled the air. Then the girl would walk away, that small angelic smile planted on her lips once again.

faintly, somewhere in the back of your mind, you realise that you were next.




Her hand is cool and somewhat comforting in your own. Slowly you begin to feel that panic fade. She wouldn’t hurt you, she was only a girl, a young girl. she wouldn’t hurt you.. Where was she taking you? Where were we going? You had watched her so many times but never had she ever taken her victim away from the public eyes, to a secluded place. The buildings began to be less frequent and you could feel your body start to shiver. The sun was slipping behind the horizon. Soon it would only be you and the girl and our nightmares.

Finally she stop, her small feet coming to a halt. I looked around to see that we were standing outside a small house. It was trashed and dirty and did not look fit for anyone to live in. But the windows were lit, a soft orange glow visible. did she live here? Why would she bring me here? Her fingers tighten around my hand, her eyes- which just a few moments ago had been expressionless- were filled with horror, with fear. A scream ripped from her throat, filling my ears. I could feel the tight grip of her hand, and I felt my own body begin to fill with pain, with horror. Her screams were not only hers- but yours too. Her fear was not only her; but yours too. Whatever she felt; you felt to. You were like her pup[et, and she was pulling your strings. You were lost trapped in her screams in her fear in your panic. You were sacred. what was happening to you?


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Come away to the water
Give yourself so we might live anew
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I had taken him, taken him to my home, taken him to the place where my life was my own. Never before had this man let me have a moment to myself- always spying on me. Did he think I did not notice? Ha. Well bay back can be a bitch. Spirits and Demons swooped around me, their energy, their power filling me. I have always feared them always begged them to leave me alone. But they don’t. They keep coming keep haunting me. The only way I could get rid of them was by pass them onto someone else. By giving them a passage way to a new folk, where they could spread my fear, spread my terror. After all; sharing was caring.

Holding the man hand tightly I let the demos and spirits swoop around me, making my body feel cold with sweat. One swoop down I feel fear press a lingering kiss to the back of my neck. Please, please, I have another vessel, please leave me, leave me be. I beg, as another scream rips from my body. Then, suddenly I was on my own. I didn’t scream, but the man did. His screams echoed though me. I take one glance at his face before pulling my hand from his desperate grasp. Finally he would get what he deserved; and I would be at peace- at least for a few more days.

Turning away I leave the man alone, his screams of fear tearing through my body. But I don’t look back, I don’t even flinch. My fear was his too- for how long the demons decided.


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We are coming for you
We are coming for you
We are coming for you
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