SlightlyBlondeChix

Allen did not scream as our consciousnesses collided, though he had every right to.  After all, I was invading his private, innermost thoughts.  He did everything he could to keep me out of his mind, but his attempts remained futile as my imagination overtook him.  Within the blink of an eye, I found myself wandering through his mind as his thoughts and memories drifted by in a slowly swirling tangle of unsorted emotions. Within the stream-like current, I saw disjointed images of a brown-haired youth, whom, upon closer inspection, was revealed to be none other than the Exorcist-boy himself.  The images I glimpsed from these times gone by all