Whispers.

By Clio Scher
We sit on the farthest corner of my bed, blankets wrapped around us, a wall of pillows
separating us from the rest of the world. You are angry. Very angry, and I don't know why.
"Raena..." You whisper, and I retreat further into my cocoon of blankets.
"Stop." I try to say, but I can't move my mouth. You have taken control again and I can't move.
"Raena... give in..." You whisper, and use my hand to stroke my hair, gleaming gold, grown far
too long for my taste, but you won't let me cut it.
"Lora stop, please, just stop." This time I can move my mouth, but my vocal chords refuse to
make noise.
If I were in control of my own body, I know that I would start to cry.
"Kill Kill Kill" You whisper in my mind, and I can't stop myself from whispering out loud.
"If I kill them, will you leave me alone?" I think as loudly as I can, because I know you can hear
me.
You are laughing now, inside my head.
"Alone... alone... alone, kill... kill... kill." You whisper and suddenly I can control myself again.
The tears start to fall.
"Raena!" My little brother has entered the room, and I can just see him through the pillow
barricade.
"Kill kill kill." And I know what you want me to do.
"Come here, Adam!" I say, managing to sound playful, though my heart wants to break. He is
only four years old, half my age. But I must be free of you.
"Lets play!" His soft, sweet voice is so joyful. It makes you sick.
"Lora I can't do it." I whisper.
"Sis? Are you talking to your imaginary friend again?" His innocence only angers you.
"Kill kill kill." Your whisper is venom in my mind.
"Lora please don't make me. I can't kill him, not him..." My sobs mean nothing to you.
"Kill." You whisper one last time, and then blinding pain overtakes me. I reach out, tears
streaming down my face, and wrap my hands around his little neck.

"Im sorry, Adam." I say, as his body stops wriggling. The pain stops as soon as he is dead. I feel
a strange sort of freedom and realize:
You are no longer here.
I am alone in my mind.
I look down at my little brothers body, still clenched in my hands. He has brought me this
freedom. Paid for it with his life. And I am not sad, but I know the reason why.
I look down at my hands. I am you.