Milanas PoV

I was changed. Dylan was in the bedroom and I was still sat on the sofa. Dylan had given me some icecream to eat.

I was just sat thinking about Dylan. I think now that he was at peace with his sister, he was finally okay. I think at the moment he just needed someone, aka me to remind him of that. But I think over time he will be able to manage on his own.

Dylan's PoV

I tried to do it all into the pillow. Do milana wouldn't find out.

I have given her some ice cream to distract her and also fatten her up a little since she was almost like a walking skeleton.

Your just pathetic, who do you think you are, who are you. Your not the good guy in this, you the bad guy, the puppet master who's own puppet is now controlling him, it's pathetic

More tears and snot began to pour out my face. I burrowed my whimpers into the pillow

Are you fucking serious, crying, yours just weak, weak, you know what happens to the weak ones.

I wanted it to stop. The internal torture I was going though and went though.

You sister was a weak one, a pathetic weaklin, that's why she's died

I couldn't take it any longer. It was eating me up from the inside. I was just screaming and screaming into the pillow, trying to hard for it to feel okay.

If I obeyed the voices they stopped. If I didn't they just come back and worse

I want to think milana is helping me but I can't allow her to if the tarment in my head carries on.

I have to give in.

Good boy, slowly fade away, like me take charge, in fact it's been a while since we have herd some screaming, dry your eyes and let's hit the road, we have a bitch to find

Milanas PoV

I felt proud of myself for helping Shape Dylan, or started it off.

He WAS the puppet master but now I was the one in control. I was the puppet controlling the master

I was almost done with my icecream and was wondering what Dylan was doing and when he'd return.

I didn't know what he was doing, tidying? Re decorations? I couldn't hear anything moving or happening so I was getting concerned.

I finished my icecream and Dylan walked back out of the bedroom. His head was done

"Arse up, we are going out" he said darkly

It felt like ice was running though my body, causing it to free and goosebumps to just all over my body.

Just the way he said it and the way he was acting I knew he was having some dark thought, I could tell he was going to go out and hurt someone. I could just tell.

"I said arse up" he snapped though his teeth.

I slowly started to push my self up off the sofa. Trying to hide my signs of pains

Dylan was more acting more aggressive then his usual aggressive self

But why?

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