The secret side of me, I never let you see
I keep it caged but I can't control it
So stay away from me, the beast is ugly
I feel the rage and I just can't hold it
Ash wove her way through the streets of the market ward. She fidgeted idly with the beads on her bracelet as she wandered. Occasionally, she would find herself having to push people out of the way. She was not a particularly tall person, only measuring up to five foot five. Many people were too preoccupied with their shopping to find interest in a rather average-looking, white haired woman.
The petite woman didn't seem to mind her lack of height, however. She hummed merrily to herself as she carried a suitcase in one hand and a necklace box in the other. It had taken her ages to find this particular necklace, but she would be paid handsomely for it. Business was good.
Somehow, the universe seems to know exactly when to break a wheel. Take for example, the sudden cracking noise from the wheel on Ash's suitcase. The left wheel fell to the ground, split neatly in two. Ash stopped for a moment and stared at the broken wheel. She sighed softly. "Go figure... I'm in a strange city which is easy to get lost in with a broken suitcase..." she muttered to herself. "And now I'm talking to myself, too." she added after a moment's pause.
She picked up the two pieces of the wheel and stuck them into a side pocket of the suitcase. It was a heavy case, but she was able to lift it. She staggered down the street, carrying the suitcase on top of her arms with the necklace on top of that.
It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls
It comes awake and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed, in my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?