The Last Horcrux/Bedroom/Wake in the Night
When you wake up, it's the middle of the night. You've been possessed! By the Dark Lord himself! You need to get help. You try to reach out for your night light and…
No! You are Voldemort. This little girl called Emily can't stop you from being in control. I am me! You think, not you Emily, you are just a little girl whose body I am possessing. You are Emily and she is Emily and there is no way that they can be the same person.
Sometimes it feels as if Emily is crying inside you, trying to escape from a cupboard you have locked her into. But at other times, any time you become distracted, it’s too easy to think her thoughts, to share her wishes, and to feel her desires. She is so small and vulnerable in the big, bad world. You feel protective of her. Protective? Me? I don’t care about her. The little cunt is just a vessel, an object for you to use. As soon as you have a male body, she will be discarded, thrown out like the trash that she is. But wearing a body isn’t the same as wearing a suit of clothes. You wear their mind too, falling into their patterns and falling into their dreams. At some point, you fall asleep again.
Do you dream?
When you wake up the next morning who wakes up first?