Echo and the Bunnymen slash fic by Duke
Disclaimer: I don't know the people first-handedly or otherwise, and do not intend these to be a realistic representation of their characteristics, personal lives, etc. I may use a great deal of artistic license to make my stories seem far removed from any true facts.
I know what's wrong with me. "My mind, it's empty", you say loudly.
- Your mind isn't empty, it's just full of all the wrong things. That's all you care about, drinking, and doing drugs, and shagging. You used to be someone special. You used to stand for something, even when you didn't believe in anything, you were what the people needed. You gave them something back, you created ideas to inspire them. Ever wondered why things don't go right - the way it used to be - anymore? Maybe you should look back on all the choices you've made...
Will looks at you, and you know he's noticed how you've gone quiet. You know he knows that you are in the midst of an internal conflict. He knows the voices are not going to go away, they're a part of you, and it's just as well. "It's 'them', isn't it, they're torturing you again..." He says with a bitter lack of surprise. Just sadness. "It would probably help if you cut down on the bevvy-"
You curl up on your other side - whimpering.
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Brilliant take on the internal demons and voices people hear. It's always a tough one to get right and you've done it so well. You've captured the fear just perfectly. Thank you!
Duke's response: *hugs you* Much like my other stories, this story was really important for me to express. It's good to see through an objective pair of eyes that I got it 'right' with the subject matter, because, as you commented, it's a hard subject and it could have gone either way...And it makes me happy just to see my stories consumed and enjoyed of course, so thank you very much. :)