Thirty nine

*You hurt us, you hurt him.*

I try to block the voices out, wanting to cast them off as a nightmare but the voices came back, their loud whispers echoing in the foremost part of my mind. I slap my hands over my ears, willing for them to stop with their mockery, but they don't.

*You made him cry. You made us cry.*

I groggily awaken, my clothes drenched in my own sweat. Sia is fast asleep beside me, laying on his stomach. I sit up straight, kicking the covers off me.

*You hurt us. You hurt him. You hurt me.*

It was not a nightmare. The voices are actually real. I went to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face. I checked the time. Two a.m. I decided against going back to bed, and went to the balcony, taking in the moon that stood high in the sky. It didn't remain quiet for a long time. The voices returned, louder than before, slamming into my head with force.

*You hurt us. You made us cry. You hurt us. You made us cry,*

Lightening strikes and then I felt it. The raw power