Sometimes I just have to scream until the noise goes away. My own screaming doesn’t count as noise inside my head, maybe because I know it’s somet...ing I control. I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Bitch.” I just scream longer and louder. I am not ‘Bitch’, I am Susan. It is worse if he wraps his arms around me and holds me down. That just makes me keep screaming, louder and longer. I try to. There was the sound of bells and sparks of light that seemed to flicker as they flew into me from him.Time seemed to stop and the darkness beyond us grew as the old man began to glow. His chanting blended with the sound of the wind and the earth began to shake. Suddenly the old man was consumed in flames that wrapped around me. When they vanished the wind died and the old man's body was only fine ash.I sagged on my knees and looked around. The night seemed different like I was able to look into. A few hours later the crowd got scarce again and she asked the counter-boy to take over and came to me with the book. There were still some customers sitting around. She deliberately pulled her chair very close to mine and as these chairs had no arm-rests our arms were touching. She gave the next signal by placing her hand on mine and then withdrawing and placing it again. I liked her ways of teasing and started to wonder if she was a virgin. When I placed my hand on the bottom of the page she. Asthe mass of blonde hair tumbled down into his face and the sway ofheavy breasts tugged at him as he rose told him; something was verydifferent about this hangover.Dwayne rose up from the bed. She was sitting now with her legs foldedbeneath her as she had been when the man had told her to kneel in thedream last night. Long blonde hair streamed down from her scalp todrape over her shoulders and reach to her mid back. She looked down butall she could see was the mass of the two large breasts.