Bum Monologue

“Tell me dear, what is fear?” Bum bum “Distracting.” I replied to the woman with blonde hair. Her heart beat pounding in my head. A heart beat so like mine. Bum bum “I’m going to need more than that.” Bum bum “I want to go home.” I answered again, her heart beat getting louder and louder. I couldn’t tell if she was stressed, excited, or scared. Bum bum

“You have no home dear. You know this, your father’s in the hospital, and we don’t know of any other living family member. Bum bum Daddy’s in the hospital? I thought. “I. Want. To. Go. Home.” I repeated, feeling power pulse through my body.

“You don’t have one.” Blondie also repeated. She smiled, showing large, white comical teeth. Something about her was off, but I couldn’t put my

“Thirteen people came to a halt at the sight of your father, they cannot react before you strike. Thrusting out your hands for control, you had control of twelve heart beats. It wasn’t thirteen as your father had hoped, but it was better than you thought you could have done. Your head filled with Bum bum’s. You let out a scream; needing to release some of the energy that you controlled. By the second, all of the heart beats slow. Bum… bum. Bum… … bum. Your hands ball into fists as you prepare to stop the heart beats for good, that is the only thing you have ever known how to do. And the only one who can bring the hearts of others to a beating end. “Three of you are still standing, you, your father, and another woman. Her green eyes were full of understanding and recognition. ‘As much as it can be argued, you are not alone in what we do.’ She spoke, sounding vaguely familiar. You felt a pain in your chest. Your fingers and toes began to feel numb as the blood stopped flowing there. You head was spinning and your heart was slowing. Bum… bum.

“You screamed, energy racing through your body as you latched out on whatever monster you could try and destroy before your own heart stopped. You heard a piercing scream as your heart beat quickened.

I ran through the scenario every waking moment of my life. I could kill myself before the younger version of me took her place in that chair. But that wouldn 't solve the problem that I also died last night. I could also kill my younger self, but my older self was also dead. My brain flashed through millions of ideas, new and old as the doorknob turned. I failed to find a loophole. It didn 't matter which Avery I killed, because that it would always generate a another. There is no way to keep a quiet heart beat quiet. I always knew I was stubborn, so stubborn that I would not let myself die. The only way to save myself was to not die, and that could never happen. Avery was escorted into the room, her head low as she made her way to that chair. She looked up, her eyes