#so angsty!

1000 quiet whispers are buzzing in my head

1000 quiet whispers are filling me with dread

1000 quiet whispers are taking over me

1000 quiet whispers cant hear their strangled plea

...Please...just make them be quiet

1000 whispers became louder as i fought

1000 louder whispers consume my every thought

1000 louder whispers make me fulfil their deeds

1000 louder whispers are telling me to "feed"

Please help me!

1000 whispers go! Just leave me be!

1000 fucking whispers just wont go away!

1000 fucking whispers are getting in my way!

I- I CANT THINK

so.hungry

1000 whispers...

1000..

1000 whispers?

just please....be quiet

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@cxwabunga

❝ I don’t want to hear that Mikey.... ❞

Hearing those words and how hard it was for him to actually say them was enough to cause intense pain within her heart.; He was hurt pretty bad and April caresses the top of his head with gentle care, giving him comfort while he was suffering. This was not going to be the end for Mikey, she GREATLY refuses it.

I went into the bedroom and thought I would be safe here, but of course I wouldn’t be safe here. The killer was somewhere around this house. Or maybe he was already inside? I shivered at the thought and suddenly my phone vibrated again. I gulped and pulled my mobile with shaky hands out of my pocket. I froze when I read the message. I would die! I should have just run out of the house when I had the opportunity. But I was so dumb to stay here. This was like a Scream movie, really.

Oh my god, I thought as I realized the situation. I had to leave the room. The murder could be in the wardrobe.

Without thinking twice I ran quickly the stairs down, heading towards the telephone on the table in the living room. Swiftly, I picked it up and dialed the number of the police. Nothing! Nothing was happening! The line was dead! I fell into shock and dropped the phone. The freak had cut off the lines.

In that moment I came back to reality and involuntarily I turned around to see if I could discover the psychopath. ”Where are you?” I screamed. All at once, I noticed that I hadn’t any weapon with me. No gun, nothing, but my magic of course. Sensing this, I levitated a knife into my direction, catching it with one hand. I didn’t dare to walk into the kitchen that’s why I brought the knife to me.

I went in a circle, round the living room, and shouted, ”Where are you, you fucking bastard? Come and show your face? I-I..I-I’m not a-fraid of y-ou.” Shit! I stuttered the words. Feeling that he didn’t respond, I walked backwards to the front door, but then all of a sudden I heard a low chuckle and a groan in agony. I didn’t recognize the chuckle, but the groan seemed familiar to me. Could it be? Oh my lord! That would make even sense, I said to myself.

”Where are you?” I cried. If the killer had Damon and was a hunter, a vampire hunter, then I didn’t know what I would do. ”Do you have him?” I asked, my voice trembling.

No response. That’s when I lost it. I ran toward the door, wanting to run outside, but suddenly I stopped right in front of it. I was scared. Scared that he would be outside, waiting for me to fall into his trap. But if Damon was there and in trouble, I had to go. I had to help him.

Rule number one of Beacon Hills High is don’t fuck with Derek Hale. Those who don’t follow the rule end up in the hospital. No joke. Last year Greenberg accidentally beaned Derek with a ball in lacrosse practice and the dude spent three months in a wheelchair. When you fail to follow rule number one see rule number two, ie. flee for your life you stupid bastard.