secrets of ghost hill

seven

omniscient

"o'connell, get your things." she ignored his presence. "o'connell! i said get your things!" he yelled upon entering her room.

an immense mistake.

she sat up on her bed, her eyes piercing into his. he could feel it, even with her room engulfed in darkness.

"don't fucking yell at me." she stood and walked closer to him. she hated when people told her what to do. she was always in control and always had to be.

years in the asylum she had to learn to be patient, waiting for the right time to use her power at full extent.

years of waiting for just one person. but that person had come, and it was time for her revelation.

she would have her own bible. a bible on how powerful she was, how everyone would kneel before her, how she'd show no mercy upon the weak.

she walked around the room her hands behind her back as he stood in the middle of the room. his feet glued to the floor.

"it has come to my attention that you've been inappropriately touching the girls in this asylum." she rasped out.

he scoffed, a laughing following behind, "why would i touch a bunch of freaks." he spat. a layer of sweat slowly forming.

she walked up to him a white smile slowly creasing the features on her face. "don't lie to me." she grabbed the man's throat slowly raising him off the ground.

"i'm not lying." he choked out.

"i don't like when people lie to me, jackson." she dropped him.

"kill him." the voices in her head began to scream. "shut the fuck and let me handle this." she replied.

for years the voices of the innocent she killed had spoken to her. in every decision she made. she couldn't stand to hear their voices.

at one point she began ripping her hair out, the voices were just too loud. she couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't even breathe without them screaming.

it was truly years of torture. consequences of her sins, she believed.

but as the years went by she learned how to control them. put them under her leash. it was her body, her mind after all.

she understood that sometimes she'd have to let them take the light. but they were unpredictable. letting them roam in the light for too long was dangerous.

there were time's when she'd wake up to a pile full of bodies, blood on her lips as she ate the hearts of the impure.

killing them took away all of their innocence though some were more pure then others.

the guards of the asylum would give her countless pills. pills they assured would make the voices go away. and she believed them to an extent.

she'd swallow the pills and feel drowsy. the voices had not changed but her state had. she didn't realize they were sleeping pills, and mood stabilizer's.

she was in the dark about the information surrounding the pills.

"what have you done!" she screamed as she fell asleep. they had yet to know that putting her to sleep took her out of the light.