Out of another fanfiction slump, I have produced my most disturbing work yet. I personally, love it!! Remember to review and, if you love it that much, favorite!! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi: The Next Genration, or the characters of Ellie Nash and her mother, but DO NOT steal my story.

- allweknowisfalling

X x T H E B I R D A N D T H E W O R M x X

She sat awake that night. The moonlight casting haunting shadows across the dark bedroom, the scissors in her hand glinting in the moonlight. She opened and closed them, thoughtfully, the silver blades making a shhs sound, like the soothing ‘hush’-ing of a mother slowly rocking her tired baby to sleep.

The sound was her comfort, somehow overpowering the whistling air conditioning, and worse the congested, roaring snores - like the growling of a hungry beast under the bed, or, in this case, in the next room.

Sitting there, she felt beaten, malnourished. Glassy eyes seemed to have the power of a punch, food enough for two vanished into thin air before it could enter her mouth.

There was no doubt in her young mind - Ellie Nash was slowly being killed.

She was being starved, tortured, beaten. Each empty silence after a hello, each dinner alone was a tie of the noose, the sharpening of a knife, a stab to the heart.

And that night, she vowed this would be the last.

She was so consumed by her thoughts that she did not notice the silence - she had stopped playing with the scissor in her hands, the air conditioning had broken down yet again, and, the most disturbing, the rhythmic snoring of the beast had ceased.

That was when she knew. It was awake, alert, roaming in the black abyss in front of her where the moonlight didn’t touch, stalking her. Just thinking about it she could feel the glassy, dead silver eyes in the darkness, staring her down, killing her.

At this realization she griped her protector tight, so tight it formed a dent in her palms.
She opened her mouth to speak, yet no words came. When she hears the creak of the floor boards and a crash she almost lets out a scream.

It was the beast, she was sure, wielding a weapon, ready to attack her prey yet again.

She searched the darkness, looking for a shape in the abyss. Sure enough there was, and then she could hear shallow, deep, ragged breathing. Then slowly, it enters, humbling slowly, drunkenly towards her. Its’ crazed silver eyes luminous despite the darkness.

It opens Its’ hideous mouth to reveal unkempt, yellow teeth. It speaks, but she is too frightened to try to understand. It continues, rambling, mumbling, murmuring.

It was going to kill her now and again and again, forever and ever, until it finally falls into its’ eternal sleep. The sudden sweat that formed on her brow was the blood the beast had caused to outpour from its’ victim’s flesh, and she knew they’d be so much more to come.

But it would be the final night. Tonight she would but an end to this merciless torture.

And suddenly, too quick to think through, too quick to process, with the eyes or the brain, the scissors are flying, and the beast unleashes a haunting, screeching roar. It launches upon her, attacking and defending, but at the same time, limp.

Its’ victim continues the mindless product of her fear, and soon the smell of death suffocates her, the stench of the beast’s vices full her nostrils and clog her lungs, the dampness of blood she wasn’t sure was her’s.

And then, when the deed was done, the beast was silenced. The worm slept peacefully that night, despite the dead bird decomposing by her side.

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