Post by Alice on Oct 13, 2016 16:41:38 GMT 2
That's not the worst of what I see. My daughter is below a streetlight, bent and twisted, shaking uncontrollably. Her knees are together, but her legs twist inward, and her feet are as far out as they can go. Her arms hang limply down her front; her back, bent forward; her frame so atrophied I wonder how she can hold herself up, even as little as she is.
She turns to look at me a split second before knocking me down to the ground with an unnatural strength, belying her sylphlike weight. She moves over me jerkily, her neck creaking as she moves like an insect, inspecting my face, her delicate hands crushing my throat. My daughter has lost that sweet look in her eyes, and they are now red, hateful, murderous...alien; the curiosity is there still, but it's not hers. I can tell she recognizes me, that she'd never hurt me, but she's not herself, not in full control.
She whispers, three voices, no words, just pain. Not all her own. She screeches, like millions of cockroaches in the air, infesting everything the sound touches. A second later, she is gone. The distant sound of skittering, the tiny silhouette of a monster, and the feeling of the vile screech: all that remains of my baby.
She turns to look at me a split second before knocking me down to the ground with an unnatural strength, belying her sylphlike weight. She moves over me jerkily, her neck creaking as she moves like an insect, inspecting my face, her delicate hands crushing my throat. My daughter has lost that sweet look in her eyes, and they are now red, hateful, murderous...alien; the curiosity is there still, but it's not hers. I can tell she recognizes me, that she'd never hurt me, but she's not herself, not in full control.
She whispers, three voices, no words, just pain. Not all her own. She screeches, like millions of cockroaches in the air, infesting everything the sound touches. A second later, she is gone. The distant sound of skittering, the tiny silhouette of a monster, and the feeling of the vile screech: all that remains of my baby.