Sing, Canary - Ashley Amy Page 0,5
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Roan
The blackness always came first. It eluded my mind to fall into a false safety. I'd fall asleep, believing my mind would stay quiet.
It never did, though.
The demon within my soul, begged for me to awaken my beast again. He wanted me to storm with the rage of my loss.
When I didn't give him the attention he thought we needed, he appeared into my subconscious, trying to fight me for control of my body. That's how it worked for us demons. Much like the shifters, we shared a soul with a separate entity.
Mine tried to possess me while I regained my strength for the next day. Luckily, in the beginning of our arrest, it was easier to keep him at bay. I also let him come out when someone tried challenging me.
Everyone knew not to mess with me all this time later. I made my wordless stance then and didn't have to now. Though, those fights helped my demon side.
Most knew to avoid my path now, so I only listened for whispers of the worst men, to target my wrath on. Today had only the new gossip of some sheltered princess being thrown to the hungry wolves. I didn't bother listening farther than that today.
It seemed to be becoming more and more of a gossiping group of women than a prison of criminals. My skin crawled with the call to kill, but nothing was worth my vengeance.
Being two years into our sentence, he was going madder than the Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. I was found guilty of my wife's murder and would remain here for the duration of my earthly life.
The only thing that kept me sane was my guardian. Lyra kept being my rock as I prayed to her through my mind. She never minded the late hour I reached out to her. Usually, she was already awake.
I didn't know much about her, as she kept her secrets close. She fed me enough to know she had some personal issues of her own, so it helped her to relate with my struggles.
I let out a heavy breath, knowing I would need to call on her once again tonight. My hands still trembled from my inner demon, making me see Delilah, lifeless all over again.
Cold sweat lined my naked back as I tried to slow my rapid heart rate. Nothing but her voice would help me now.
Lyra? I asked for her to answer my prayer.
Roan? You're awake again. Is your mind troubling you?
It's been getting worse. I don't know how long I can keep him at bay. He wants to be free of the chains I have him in.
She hummed her agreement. We all have a challenging dark side. Yours is just more prominent. Did he give you another nightmare?
He did. Do you fight something dark within yourself?
Lyra was quiet for a moment. I knew our connection was still open, so I waited for her to think about it.
You picked a hard day for me to answer that. We both know I either answer honestly, or not at all.
I'd appreciate your honesty. I whispered through our connection.
I know. You're probably the only one who I'd ever let know that I do have one. Today, I was faced with an old enemy, one that hurt me more than anyone could ever understand. My mind did not keep clean thoughts, thinking about ways I could hurt him in return.
How did he hurt you? I sat up taller, ready to defend the only friend I felt I had.
Now that, I won't answer. I am strong on my own. I handle daily torment from a variety of people. An evil man from my past won't be any different. Now, tell me what your dream was about tonight, Roan.
He made me see her death again, when I found Delilah dead. I could feel his humor in it as I fought him for my sanity.
Would you like me to sing you back to sleep, keeping our connection open? He usually stays calm when I do.
I just hate that I have to rely on you so much.
You know I don't mind. Actually, not feeling alone might help me tonight as well. Sometimes, I feel loneliness is the biggest reason for our darkness. We're left alone with angry thoughts that consume us in the solitude.
I've been alone for two years now. I admitted. Delilah's absence still left me feeling hollow.
You've never been alone, Roan. As long as I'm alive, you'll always have me.
My soul settled just