“Make them stop,” she’d scream, hands pressed over her ears to lock out the incessant babble of voices.
Yet the storm raging within her was as nothing, compared to that within my own heart as our family fell apart.
On good days, with medications in perfect balance, her demons stilled. She was my sister once more; we were a family again.
But only briefly.
What I’d planned was in everyone’s interest – I knew that.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” rasped a voice in my head as I replaced the pillow, “I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
Next week, hopefully, I’ll be back in France and meeting up with another Friday Fictioneer, Janet Webb, who’s over there right now. Hopefully the problems with the Channel Tunnel will have been resolved. This week’s Friday Fictioneers, under the guidance of the surgically-booted Rochelle, is underway once more. And yes, it’s back to the darkness again…