all I hear are screams

Numbness. Why couldn't it come to her? It had come so many other times at her beckoning, but this time, it eluded her as though a fish would. It dodged her grasping jaws, and left her in just as much pain as before. Lark's voice would knock her out of it, for a time, but the harshness would make her cringe. It was dark, agitated... and she could make out the dark look in his eyes that was steadily growing colder as he grew more aware.

She flinched at his second set of words. "I can't sleep, Lark. I can't even close my eyes!" Her voice cracked on the last word, and she shuddered, eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment before flying back open to stare aimlessly at the moon. "All I see are them and I can't do anything to help..." she trailed off, her breath leaving her in a ragged sigh. She shook her head back and forth. "I don't know how to stop it; you're the only one left." The only one she hadn't seen die yet. The only one she talked to that didn't cause her agony to see. The sentences didn't make sense in conjunction with each other - but at that point she didn't notice her shift, the abrupt shift that wouldn't make sense to someone not in her mind.


"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"