It's Friday

Before she knew what was happening, before anything could be done to prevent the calamity that would ensue, something sinister had taken hold. Stealthily, it crept deep into the soft, icky matter she knew as her brain. It had started days ago with a small grain, a tiny particle latching painfully onto her spine, and it began the long journey upward, into and past her medulla.

Resembling a vine on a garden trellis, it wrapped and braided itself insidiously around anything in its path. Left side, right side, the creature stormed through each compartment strangling every thought and idea she’d struggled in vain to keep buried away. Winding its way through layers of matter, it stole what belonged to her alone. She mentally grappled with the spectre, the horrible monster taking shape inside the hard, craggy, sometimes vacant, thing her skull had become.

Her fingers massaged the templar bones, digging into the soft space trying to push it back down, out of her mind. Pinching the tense, thick cords that stretched between her head and shoulders, she attempted to dislodge it, make it leave. Nothing worked.

Soon, the noises she’d heard in her head since the beginning of time started again. Voices, some human, but most were unheard of blood-thirsting monsters… they all screamed and clamored to be set free. The cacophony grew unbearable. Moving to the mirror above the vanity, she stared into her different colored eyes. It approached the frontal lobe quicker than ever before, reaching the point of no return. The beast would pour from her, carrying all of her heart and soul.

A rainbow of color exploded painfully in her mind. There was only one thing she could do, only one way to get rid of it…

She started another WIP!

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out.-© J. Hali Steele