The fear that she faces is not one she can explain with mere words. It’s an indescribable mix of loyalty and betrayal. Desultory voices scream in her head and beg her to free them. The voices transform to shapes as in human form. To children. To a child.
Free us, free us, freedom we want.
Shut up, you incubus! You schlumpy bunch of grasshoppers! Shuuut uuup!!
She lives a life constantly haunted by dreams, hallucinations and nightmares. Dreams are good, the nightmares are not. The nightmares remind her of mistakes she made, in the near past. But more than the mistakes, the regret she should feel, the one she doesn’t want to feel. Regret is a bitch, like Karma. No one should live in regret. She shuts her eyes again, opening them to grant freedom to a few thoughts. They deserve it. They’ve been there for too long, locked up in a solitary cell willing to be released and haunting her dreams. A pen and paper isn’t enough, she’ll release them into a world different, one where she is known, but by a different name. And she’ll sleep well again, hopefully, for another day.