Page 76 of Sinful

This was where Asylum took her. Where he made us players in a game where there were no real winners.

We always win.

I scoffed at the familiar voice in my head. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, feeling the darkness creeping around inside me.

Inside us.

Please, not now.

Why not?

Because I only want to be. . . me.

But we are we.

Let me, please. Just for. . . now. I-I want to have this. On my own. I never get to. . .

All went quiet in my head for a moment before that familiar voice came back.

Fine. Win her over. We need her.

I’m trying. It’s hard to get her alone.

Church is gone. Go to her. You know she will come to you. And for you.

I’m not doing that.

I have.

Not the way she’d have wanted.

More silence

Make a damn move, or I’m taking over.

I will. Give me time. Please.

Tick tock, little rabbit.

My head went quiet, and I opened my eyes and stared back at the moon.

I’d make a move tomorrow. Tonight was meant for the forest.

* * *

“You’re quiet,”Sin commented as we sat in the cafeteria the following day. I’d barely slept, but that was how life for me was. I’d been this way since I’d lost Sirena. Asylum bitched at me about it because it would give me dark circles around my eyes. He hated it.

Whatever. He hated a lot of things about me. The scars. The turmoil. The way I could get too violent when pushed too far. At least the depression had gotten better since Sirena came back to us.

You know I fucking love you.

I sighed, ignoring the voice, and looked across the cafeteria. I hated winters here. We were stuck inside with snow up to our backbones. The summers were short, but at least we could be outside. Seasonal depression was a real thing. I didn’t care what any of these bitch nuns argued.

Just read the Bible. It’ll cure everything.

That’s what they shoved down our throats.

I’d read the Bible. I was still sick.

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