Blood, blood... everywhere. Big blood, thick blood, creeping blood – and magic, yes magic, magic blood. But where are the fairies?

Where are the fairies?

Magic...

Blood...

Magic blood. Blood magic.

Blood, too much blood-

Sleep.

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Darkness. I like the darkness. I can sleep, I can hide. The light burns, burns through this pulsing world and sears my flesh deep down deep down pain-

Sleep. Do I sleep? This is all just a nightmare – when does sleeping end and awake begin?

Falling asleep... Where is mummy's hand to hold? Where are the lullabies to sing me to sleep? Where are the songs? Where is sound?

Only a hard, rushing pounding now, like a river beating into my ears. Mummy's gone, daddy's gone, the blood took them, I took them.

Mummy's hand... ripping at my hair, daddy already broken in the corner. I broke mummy. The blood has taken me... so long ago, or is that her now? Red. Anger. Fear... How dare she come near me.

Scratches, just small. Skin. Skin ripping, blood flowing... sound, no sound at all... no more lullabies...

* * *

Sobs. Crying.

Alone.

No tears to cry...

* * *

New sounds. Distant, over the throbs, over the river I'm caught in, drowning, drowning, blood...

Breathing, I can hear breathing. Footsteps... is there something still alive? Whispers. What are they saying? They're talking about me, why are they talking about me what are they saying?

Silence. Silence again. Me, alone, cold, burning, screaming-

Crying. Alone. Daddy.

The river, no, no, it drags me along, I can't breathe any more, can't catch my air. The blood. The magic blood. It flows through me, I drown in it, I am the blood.

The whispers. They're back. They crowd round me, crowd in on my heavy, screaming head, whispers witch blood is heaving, can't take this can't breathe, lights, lights-

Lights... LIGHTS-

How dare they come near me, whispers shrieking, running, bangs... bangs to numb my pain – must TEAR them must take them with me - the searing rush magic blood I see red red blood death-

The lights shining on me ripping me aparrraaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

...

Alone.

... Mummy? Daddy?

Silence.

I feel as if I should offer an explanation of this. I decided, as a writing experiment, to try and write monologues of the insane and cruel, the villains and antagonists. This is based on an enemy in the game Left4Dead (look up "l4d intro" on youtube if you want an idea of her). I imagined her as a little girl who gets infected by the zombie virus, so that she thirsts for blood and brains (ahaha don't you just love the cliche?) - but she thinks it's magic, which she connects with fairies. Her parents contract the infection at the same time, so that her mother ends up killing her father, and she tears her mother apart. She's intolerant to light and noise, they hurt her and drive her further into insanity.

She's still just a little girl, alone and scared and crying for her parents.