"AAAAHHHHHH!"

I twitched slightly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!"

The noise seemed even louder than before. Automatically, my hand shot out and flailed around wildly, hoping to smash into and silence the offending cacophony of wailing. Unfortunately, it missed and flopped back onto the bed in defeat. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Unable to take the screaming that was rapidly increasing in volume any longer, I sat up and rubbed the sleep that was gluing my lids together out of my eyes. "What is that?" I mumbled groggily, slowly undoing the tangled deep blue braid that I'd forgotten to take out the day before. Then I heard a burst of childish laughter from the other side of the room, and I had the answer to my question. Emma was sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor in a corner of my bedroom, clutching my phone and practically leaning over sideways she was laughing so violently. I sighed. Which one had she found this time? I shuffled over to her and peered at the screen to look at the goat that was screaming so hysterically you'd be surprised that it wasn't being murdered. "Emma," I enquired, trying to suppress a giggle, "Why did you wake me up with a screaming goat? And why is that my phone in your hand?" She looked at me guiltily as the video ended. "Didn't mean to, Eve! I, umm, it..." She widened her malachite-coloured eyes and blinked at me owlishly, the very picture of innocence. Whatever annoyance I had felt before quickly drained out of me. I gently prised the phone out of her little hands and said, "Emma, I'm all for screaming goats, but next time could you ask me first, please?" She nodded, grinning widely at me. "Will do!"

I glowered at the pot of cream that was perched innocently on the side of the sink. It seemed to stare back at me challengingly, almost daring me to use it. I stayed like this for some time, just staring and staring at the little bottle, willing it to surrender. Finally reaching for the small container, I sighed in defeat. "Fine," I scowled, snatching it off the porcelain surface and rubbing a generous amount into my flaking palms. "You win. And now I need cream as well as medication. Great." You see? We're right! You are completely nuts. You're talking to a pot, for God's sake. Get used to it, honey. You won't be getting rid of us for a long time... And I know this sounds crazy, but it seemed as if they would be right. A tear ran down my cheek, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake, when a thought struck me like a slap in the face. Why don't you just tell them to go away? But would they listen? However obvious it may have seemed, I'd never thought of that before. I'd always just replied to what they said to me. But it's worth a try, isn't it, Eve? Holding onto a shred of hope, I opened my mouth and two, clear words rolled out of it before I could stop them. "Piss off!" And, to my astonishment, they did.

Author's note:
Hello! Do you like what Eve told those rather vocal thoughts? ;) I'm sorry this chapter is quite short, but the next one will be longer, I promise :). Special thanks to @moonlit_dreamer and @MissNutMe for their support.
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