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Title: Please Let Me Scream Author: ALC Punk! Spoiler: Hush. Summary: A look into the thoughts of one of the victims. Rating: PG Note: flips between first and third person, with lyrics as a break between. Might be confusing, dunno. Something new I thought I'd try. Working off my Tim Burton induced angst, I think. ;) Archiving: just ask. Feedback: Sure. I even accept flames... Could be an interesting experience to actually get one. Further notes at the end. ---- ~'Let me try to pull you free...'~ Rochelle shivered, her blanket tightly wrapped around her. All around, was silence. This morning, she'd woken up to silence, all around. Everyone. At Sunnydale University, that wasn't a normal occurance. Screams were more likely. Rochelle didn't like thinking about the screams. Didn't like remembering. She turned over, trying to avoid the memories. Her parents, screaming, yelling. Her mother, screaming as something came in the house one day... They'd been on the phone. Her from school, calling to beg to leave class. She'd felt awful, her head aching, nose running. Bruises stiffening.
~'You feel like I do "No, darling, you can't. Just stay in one more day, Shelly. Please? It'll all be better soon, I promise." Only it hadn't, had it? She went to the door, next... Hung up. But I came home, and she was gone, wasn't she. And there was something in the house. Didn't stop to think, just ran. Went and slept over at Kerry's house. Even that nice girl next door hadn't noticed. Hadn't seen. Of course, SHE was too busy sneaking out her window to run around at night. No one noticed when my life fell apart. That's okay. I put it back together, went to college. And then SHE followed me. I saw her on campus, sometimes, chattering with her friends. And when she came, the bad things followed. Sounds childish, I know, but they were. Things of the night, demons. Demons. That's a laugh, isn't it. Who'd have thought demons were real. Who'd have thought a bunch of maggots could form a human being. Back to school. Has a ring to it. I woke up this morning, unable to speak. No one else could, either. Not even her. I saw her walking around, looking nervous. There's a knock at the door. What was it mom always said? Things'll get better. Yeah.
~'Your room seems like a cell Rochelle stiffened, her mind halting. Someone was knocking at the door. Don't get it, don't get it, don't get it, her mind screamed at her. But she had to. The door opened on... Something from a Tim Burton film, her mind noted. As the creatures grabbed her, dragging her back, forcing her down, she screamed.
~'Then you strike But I can't talk, can I? They took care of that already. made sure none of us could. He's got this knife, one of them does. He's going to use it on me. I'm lying here, struggling, can't move. And they're going to knife me. Mom...
~'Please let me start screaming Please let me start screaming'~ The body of Rochelle Thompson was buried next to her mother's in the Sunnydale cemetary. Others died that day, and the next. That next night, the Slayer succeeded in freeing the town from the oppressive silence. And all returned to normal. ~'Please let me start screaming...'~ End.
The two songs quoted, are "Lit Up" and "The Invisible Man" by Lush from
their album 'Split'
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