Melianarrheyal

by G. Deyke

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  “I will find you,” she tells me. “I will find you, whithersoever you run, and no matter who hides you. I will find you and I will kill you, I will kill you, with mine own hand!”

  She is screaming, screaming. She sees the betrayal and she stabs at me and my eye is bleeding liquid pain. She smiles and she hits me. She laughs and she turns away and she whips at my shoulder with her switch and when it breaks she cuts a new one. She casts her spell and the rabbit dies. I feel its death and she smiles at me and she laughs and she gives me its broken corpse to carry.

  “I will kill you,” she laughs. “I will find you, and I will kill you.”

  She is screaming. High and shrill in the night she screams. In a world of whispers and shadows she screams loud and bright, and my eye bursts in my shoulder and she smiles at me and she screams and she will find me, she will find me wherever I am, she will find me and she will kill me and I will die. Please, no. Please, let me wake. Please, let this fresh night air and this hard barrel at my back be real. Please, let my dreams fall to nothing. Please, let me never sleep again.

  I whistle to Snake with shaking lips. Again and again I whistle. He must protect me. He must, for nothing else can.