I kept the sirens and lights on as I drove like a bat out of hell to the demon territory. I could still hear the voices in my head, and that reassured me somewhat; it meant that Fraza was still alive. But I had to see for myself, I had to see her in her home, most likely angry with me because I wasn’t spending enough time with her. I had to see for myself that she was okay.” As I drove furiously through the city’s streets, I lit my smoker and took deep inhalations to calm myself down.
I parked my car as close as possible to Fraza’s front door, jumped out and approached the house. I took my house key from my pocket and went in.
The house was just as dark, cold and empty as it had been when I left it several hours ago. She hadn’t been home. She wasn’t lying dead in her house.
“Fraza? Baby, are you here?” I yelled, hoping to hear a reassuring waking grunt, or her voice from the balcony, even though I knew it would not come. I sat down on the sofa in front of the now-unlit fireplace, and ran my hands through my hair. I wanted to go to my home.
The voices were more persistent than ever before as they spoke increasingly loudly in my head. My hands shook as I reached for my smoker, but couldn’t get it into my mouth. I dropped to my knees and grunted as I started to drool. My head started to ache. I knelt, pressing my temples hard to try and ease the inner pain. I clenched my hands in fists and hit the floor. After one last scream I saw the world turn black.  

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