The whispers had always been soft, gentle. Their tone had always been subdued and placid like a bubbling brook.
The continuous flow of information, snippets of chatter, around Aisling never stopped. She had never had peace and quietness even when she was alone. Not since that time… However, the noise did not bother her because the whispers had become a part of her life.
But this was different.
The voices were no longer gentle. They were loud and authoritative, unrelenting. The noise was like the roaring ocean in the middle of a rough storm.
Aisling felt overwhelmed as the voices washed over her, taking over her mind, causing chaos in her very soul.
She could not think.
The voices were tearing her head apart. She wanted to cover her ears, even though she knew that it would not help. She just wanted any form of reprieve, even a useless comfort like placing her hands over her ears like a child.
But she could not move.
She was paralysed.
