Billy had already curled up on the floor when Jonathan returned. He took deep breaths, letting the poison course through his system and bless him with its blinding light. The notebook was accepted into trembling hands.
"First comes the screaming," he mumbled, opening to a fresh page and setting his pencil to it. He didn't need to write yet. The fear would handle it for him. "Always the screaming, for you, the screaming and then the silence."
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Date: 2013-08-16 06:07 pm (UTC)"First comes the screaming," he mumbled, opening to a fresh page and setting his pencil to it. He didn't need to write yet. The fear would handle it for him. "Always the screaming, for you, the screaming and then the silence."