Scaredy Cat

His whole body shook with fear, and anger, and sorrow all at once as he shiveredin the night air, finally prepared to carry out that one task. Although, prepared might still be the wrong word to use. He wasn't prepared for anything anymore. Only... capable. Did that make sense? Probably not. It didn't matter. He just had to perform the task and it'd be done. That'd be it. Over and done with. He had a hard time convincing himself of that alone without the voices inside his head and the ones trying to speak to him now. He wanted to tell them all to be quiet, but he couldn't force the words out. The scaredy cat gripped his insides, clawing at his skin and ripping apart his sanity. It had to be done.

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