Destiny woke up screaming, rolling out of the bed and
away from the stupid, foolish, crazy mouse.
He wasn’t there.
Good. Great. It wasn’t her fault.
She curled into a ball and shuddered at the memories.
Ghosts filtered through her mind, movement flickered in her vision.
There was nothing there.
Something was screaming.
It wasn’t her.
“Miss Destiny?”
She looked up to see one of the ghost images. A young brunet
was watching her.
“Go ‘way. Not real.” Destiny said, and the ghost crouched
down in front of her.
“I’m Debbie Goof. Your nurse.” The girl held out her
hand, “I promise I’m real.”
Destiny glared. “Hurts. No touch. Too, too many voices.
Head.”
Debbie looked towards the doorway, and Destiny slide
along the floor away from the ghost.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Debbie said, and Destiny
laughed.
It was not a nice laugh, and Destiny was beginning to
think all her niceness had been used up long ago. She was used up, dry of
ideas, broken.
Debbie backed away, as Destiny had hoped without
realising she could still hope.
There was space, there was room, there was a crack in
that wall.
Destiny dived for it, slipping between, the yelling
voices behind her suddenly cutting out.
She was alone.
Not for long.
She darted along corridors, blindly following her instincts,
dodge there, duck here, twirl around the bush three times and jump...
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