[Orig] Futility (31days)
Title: Futility
Day/Theme: August 20 - sleeping underneath your skin
Series: Original - Stockholm Syndrome
Character: Jeanne, mention of Selene
Rating: PG
Word Count: 208
A/N: This one is more likely to be included in Stockholm's future chapters.
Futility
31_days, August 20
Day by day, the pain only got worse. The voices got louder, the itch harder to control. He didn’t know what else to do. All self-control flew out of the window; caution was thrown to the wind. He had lost consciousness of himself more than twice. Then again, he might have lost count already.
He had to stop it. Dangerous-no, it’s not just dangerous anymore. It had already gone beyond just dangerous.
“Jeanne?”
Selene was behind him; he saw her reflection at the mirror, blue-grey eyes unknowingly bright and glimmering. And he stared back, his own empty of anything. His tears were bloody again. The sight of it scared him as it enticed the demon within.
The voices-that voice. It’s getting louder again, screaming at him, ordering him, forcing him, raping him-he can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. This suffering; he’s not made for this.
Release me.
But he can’t. He had to keep it to himself. He had to. People will get hurt if he loses this fight.
RELEASE ME.
No, no, no, he can’t-he just can’t. Make it stop, stop, stop; no more. I can’t stand it anymore.
“RUN!”
He screamed.
She gasped.
He lost it; the monster returned, once again.
END
Day/Theme: August 20 - sleeping underneath your skin
Series: Original - Stockholm Syndrome
Character: Jeanne, mention of Selene
Rating: PG
Word Count: 208
A/N: This one is more likely to be included in Stockholm's future chapters.
Futility
31_days, August 20
Day by day, the pain only got worse. The voices got louder, the itch harder to control. He didn’t know what else to do. All self-control flew out of the window; caution was thrown to the wind. He had lost consciousness of himself more than twice. Then again, he might have lost count already.
He had to stop it. Dangerous-no, it’s not just dangerous anymore. It had already gone beyond just dangerous.
“Jeanne?”
Selene was behind him; he saw her reflection at the mirror, blue-grey eyes unknowingly bright and glimmering. And he stared back, his own empty of anything. His tears were bloody again. The sight of it scared him as it enticed the demon within.
The voices-that voice. It’s getting louder again, screaming at him, ordering him, forcing him, raping him-he can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. This suffering; he’s not made for this.
Release me.
But he can’t. He had to keep it to himself. He had to. People will get hurt if he loses this fight.
RELEASE ME.
No, no, no, he can’t-he just can’t. Make it stop, stop, stop; no more. I can’t stand it anymore.
“RUN!”
He screamed.
She gasped.
He lost it; the monster returned, once again.
END