Persona
When I wake up, I’m alone, inside of what appears to be the same hospital as before. I look around expecting to find Nina, but I do not. After resting for
The stairs look daunting to me, as if they extend below, forever. But I brave each step, one by one. Proving my fear wrong, I’m able to make it to the
I don’t quite understand why, but I make no move after the sound, for fear of someone having heard me. That
I stretch my mind to take in what has happened to
On my way to him, or perhaps I should say the entire day, I felt bad. I was constantly having hot
I heard his voice. Yes, I never saw him, but I know I heard his voice. That much is true. It might be from the shock of everything that has happened since I arrived here, but I’m having trouble remembering what he looked like. But I’m sure that will clear up after a few days of rest. So let's ignore
As I heard from him, I felt myself fall. I experienced
That brings me to one harrowing thing that has happened to me since I got here, that girl. I don’t know who the hell she was but ultimately, she sort of took control of me,
That brings me to yet another issue since I’ve arrived here. I don’t feel like myself. I have these,
Our personalities are partially genetic, yes, but are also significantly more influenced by our environment and our experiences. So if I have some… one else’s thoughts inside of me, what is that going to do to my personality?
“Yeah, so. You’ve figured all of this out, that’s great, but what are you going to do about it?” A voice calls out to me.
I frantically turn around but
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Language young lady. And I assure you, things are never easy for you and yours.”
“You? A girl who has shrugged off the life her father-figure has imposed upon her? You could not even defeat that cur from before without
“Oh?” Her syllables are long, drug out, and they hang between us. “You see yourself as some knight now? After mere hours awake in this world?”
She’s right, where is this coming from? I don’t have it within me to be the
I can’t help but grind my teeth in anger at this woman. She’s so cocky, so grating, that I want nothing more than to wring her neck. But those thoughts stiffen me. I am not a violent person, so, again, where is this coming from?
Her laugh cuts across what feels like the
I can feel the darkness at my periphery, and I know I have become just another victim. And so, I give
I know I cannot resist, and when I awake next,
And if I am, at my core, anything like which I believe myself to be, maybe that core will be the ember spark that ignites a whirlwind of rebellion, the likes of which, will fight back against the darkness.
Comments (0)
See all