I guess this one is about that languid goodbye

I guess this one is about that languid goodbye you and Francoise had out in the boathouse last night. As your husband I must protest that he kept you our much to late. You were sw

-eet Daniel. Staying with him. But you need your sleep. I dont want you to burn yourself out again. You know the suicide thoughts come then. I care for you Daniel.

"Get off me!" said Daniel. "Get out of my head! I can hear your thoughts, you know! Stop pitying me! It's so cloying. So annoying! Get out, all of you!" But I worried as abstractly

"I won't leave you, Daniel." It muttered. A mutter was all it needed to send shivers down Daniel's spine and absolutely tear him apart.

"Sometimes," thought Daniel, "I feel like a mutterless child." And indeed, since his parents had forbidden him to mutter, he had become a bundle of frustrated energy. He often

tried whispering, but it never gave him the same satisfaction as a good, under-your-breath mutter. Daniel had had enough. He released his pent-up energy through screaming instead.

As he screamed bloody murder, a young child walked past, ckutching her mother's leg, scared. Daniel whipped around and knelt down, giving a crazed smile. "Are you scared, girl?"

The girl stopped screaming. She nodded. And then Daniel saw her face. She was smiling! A crooked, twisted smile... a smile that couldn't belong to a child. Daniel wondered

if she was a demon. He has never seen a smile like this on a child before. Before he could do anything, she started sprinting towards him and

her fingers unfolded into razor-blades. She unhinged her jaw and unleashed a scream like cosmic radiation mapped to sound. "Well, that settles it," he thought. "Demon." He readied