Creative Writing Collection

Two for One

Elsa’s POV

       Rose lifted our arm to shut off the alarm. I groaned quietly in the recesses of her mind; she didn’t hear me. She doesn’t tend to, anyways. My vision was distorted compared to hers, but I had better senses otherwise. When she would hand over the brain to me, that is — or when I tyrant over her, which works too.

       “Ow!” I snarled as she had clumsily stubbed her toe against the door, making her cringe.

       “Sorry Elsa…,” she whimpered.

       Nobodies… they were the worst of beings to be stuck within.

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Rose’s POV

       Nightmares. Again. It had taken me forever to fall asleep, paranoid that Elsa would take over. The alarm woke us up, and I tiredly turned it off before she could begin yelling at me. I rubbed my eyes for a moment before stubbing my toe against the door—I hoped I hadn’t awaken the other members… I could hear Elsa already beginning to burn and boil within me, my pain and her anger a deadly duo for overthrowing my control. “Sorry Elsa…,” was all I could say, continuing along my way; the burning within slowly died away.