What could be better than a tortured Sensitive?  Insanity on the brink!! Careful!  Careful!  Must not upset the balance too soon.  Must not play or she will know.  Let things flow along their natural course.  Irritation.  Annoyance.  Agitation.  Pick the scab.  Pluck the strained nerves.

 

Whisper in the night.  Give a growl that is barely heard.  Sounds just slightly so that they excite the disturbed mind.  Noise and then silence.  Hum and then hush.  Do not let the others hear you or it will ruin the game.

 

Now cast about that troubled brain to plant the cause of the disturbance.  Yes!  There it is!  That pesky neighbor too young to be in such an environment.  They think they are something special.  Why would they pick on little old you?  Because the youth of today are so cruel.  They can’t possibly know the trouble you have experienced.  Why else would they want to be so mean?

 

That’s it!  Accuse them, the horrid little wretches!  Make them feel bad for making you feel bad.  You are not crazy!  You know you are not crazy.  You have been very careful to keep it contained, and here they come to draw it out.  They want you to lose yourself!  They pretend to be nice, but you know the truth, and now so will everyone else!

 

Poor little kitty!  You have had such a difficult life, and now you have to deal with these fools pushing you to the edge.  Why must they be so awful?  You have put up with enough.  Enough, I say!  You really should fight for your sanity!

 

There they go again.  Oh the noise!  Why are they picking on you?  On and then off.  Silence and then loud.  What did you ever do to them?

 

Lay there in your dark slumber.  What was that?  Did you hear that?  I told you they were having a party!  Call the police!  Can I get a witness?  Don’t you know you are being tortured on purpose?  (Hee hee hee!  By me, of course!  You will suit my purpose well!)

 

Look at that!  What is that?  Visions offensive and lewd!  Bah!  The police!  What do they know!  They cannot even see what is right in front of their faces.  Look!  Right there!  He is a wizard of electronics and she is a witch!

 

A witch I tell you!  A fat fucking witch!  They think they have everyone fooled.  Jumping to take care of problems.  Compassion when there are troubles.  Con artists!  By the time you are done, they will have no friends!  Tell them all!  Tell everyone about the troubles they cause you!

 

Yes.  Yes!  That woman with her witchy ways.  Not here!  There is no place for her in this God-faring place!  Just wait until people know.  She acts so timid, lowering eyes full of hate.  See her tremble?  See her fairly crackle with evil?  She is the one full of dark energy, not you!  She does not speak to you because she is afraid of the truth. 

 

Now is the time!  Death sits on her shoulder.  Guilt engulfs her heart.  Draw out her darkness and you will be vindicated!  Speak in spite and make her spit!  She cannot be kind now!

 

What’s this?  This is not right!  The negative within her is there-right within my grasp!  I can almost feel it.  If I can just reach it!  But even now she gathers a shield of compassion.  Even at her weakest she has others to fight her battles.  Who is this woman that she commands the spirits of others without even a whisper?  What is the magic she lives?

 

Foolish human!  I release you.  Your insanity is not enough.  I will hide in the darkness once again.  I will watch.  I will wait.  This little girl draws on a power I cannot fight.  Not yet.  But my father will come….