Locoran Versus Aaron

Locorán versus Aeron.
The bad one.  The good one.
To me, neither are “good.”
The writer.
It’s not her.
It can’t be, right?
My friend is not like that.
Stop taking over her brain.
Can’t you see that this is not pleasant for her?

Is this one person?  Is this Locorán-Aeron?  No, NO, this is no person, this is just a figment… a figment so real it’s tangible…

Locorán.  He tells me he wants to see scars on her, he tells me he wants to rape her.  I have such loath I begin to cry.  Don’t, please, sir, stop this right now, invade my mind, not hers; torture me, not this innocent being.
He wants to rape her.
He wants to rape her.
He wants to hurt her, stop hurting her, you imbecile!  Stop it!  Where’s my friend, where is she?  She’s somewhere in there, is she not?  Go away! GO AWAY!
I want to kill it, or him, or whatever it is…
He is a dream
But he is real
Get him away.
He wants to see cuts all over her body, he is a cruel and sadistic creature who wants to hurt her-he says it would be beautiful.  He says if he had a body he would rape her.  This makes my eyes sting with hot tears.  I tell myself “no” in my head, but the no is coldly counteracted with a harsh “yes,” stabbing my heart and soul.
Yes, it’s real.
But he is not real, right?
RIGHT?
Tell me he’s not real.
Tell me this, my dear friend.
That’s right, you’re my dear friend.
Maybe this black angel has no body, but he is as real as anything.

Aeron.  What are his other names?  I’ve forgotten.  I’ve talked to him once.  He said he usually doesn’t come out, he says he doesn’t really have a name yet, it wasn’t completely assigned.  She didn’t remember, I don’t think.  
Better than the demon… I guess.
I want him to go away.
He says he is the happy one.  But my friend is still not there.  I speak with him for a short while.  “Well,” he says, “these lids are getting heavy.  I must put this tired body to sleep.”  
This tired body.
This tired body.
What in God’s making is he talking about?
That’s my FRIEND, you insensitive being.
It’s her body you’re using.
Stop it!