Literature
Cleanser pt. 8
Blue Fire Explodes
Krista lay under the soft sheets of Sero's bed and looked up at the ceiling. The room was pitch black and she couldn't see anything. She could, however, hear. She could hear the voices calling out to her, the same voices she had been hearing since her parents had been killed. They were guttural and unintelligible, more gibberish than anything else, but haunting all the same. The little girl didn't know what they meant or what they wanted from her but they were compelling. As long as she could hear them she felt obligated to do something. She just didn't know what.
If only morning would come. Then the voices would go awa