They're Out To Get Me (Drake)

[Xowie Evil]

The clatter of toppling objects and shattering glass rang throughout the apartment's third floor, which was amplified by an open door barely hanging on to its hinges. The noises' creator was none other than the strange, macabre loving woman who was commonly referred to as a witch or devil by her neighbors, which had apparently spread fast through the rest of the apartments.

Xowie could have been found in the living room, under a blanket, shaking violently. Everything in sight was upturned or disrupted in some manner, and the only inside light was the dying candlelight scattered throughout -- some of the candles even knocked over, leaving trails of melted wax all over the floor, but fortunately no flames.

Her whimpers could be heard from just outside the front door.

[Drake]

Drake would be walking by when he heard a loud clutter and clang coming from an open room. The fuck? He would walk in slowly.

"Uhm, hello?"

[Xowie Evil]

At the sound of a new voice, Xowie jumped to her feet and attempted to run out the front door!

[Drake]

Running into the wall that was Drake.

"Whoa! Hey, you ok?!"

[Xowie Evil]

Xowie hit Drake. Hard. And fell back to the floor with a thud. She was shaking violently, and her wide red eyes stared at him in nothing but fear.

[Drake]

"Hey, I know I'm scary at times, but I swear I'm not going to hurt you. If someone is trying to get to you, I'll protect you ok?"

He said crossing his arms.

[Xowie Evil]

“Y-y-you’re not real!!” She shook her head wildly, cowering behind her arms, her shaking worsening.

She then gripped her head with her hands.

“None of this is real...”

[Drake]

"I'm definitely real. As is this room. And this Apartment as a whole."

He would sigh.

"What are you crazy or something?"

[Xowie Evil]

Xowie winced at that.

"That's what everyone says..."

She shook her head, her breath steadying again, and slowly crawled to her feet.

[Drake]

"Yeah? Well fuck what people say."

He would say with a shrug.

[Xowie Evil]

She tilted her head.

"Yet, you said the same thing..." She murmured, backing further into her apartment in a futile attempt to escape his gaze. She was, in every meaning of the word, a mess.

[Drake]

He would look into the girls soul.

"Yeah? So fuck what I said too. Simple as that, you don't like being called crazy? Then don't let people call you crazy."

[Xowie Evil]

Drake would see an unfathomable amount of torment -- someone who had died a million deaths before living a single life. It was almost like she was two completely separate entities, and both of them were fragmented into dozens of personalities, but none of them knew they coexisted. Yet, she seemed kind, genuine, someone who would thoughtlessly sacrifice herself for a greater cause... someone who easily submitted to the will of others...

Xowie backed into a dark corner, her bright red eyes lighting up the rest of her face. She cowered like a child, curling into that corner, tears running down her face as her mouth stammered for words.

At this point, Drake should understand she wasn't scared of him.

[Drake]

He sighed.

"I see. The horrors you see aren't real. But I am, and I'm not going to hurt you."

He would say as he knelt down onto the ground in front of her.

[Xowie Evil]

Xowie peeked over her arms to get a look at the stranger's face. He seemed genuine, but... she wasn't sure she could trust him...

Her head fell between her knees again, and she murmured, almost to herself.

"Will the voices ever go away?"