I don't feel free. I'm trapped.
"What do you mean, trapped? Man, you're free as anyone else I know. You don't feel like the ceiling's caving in or anything do you?"
"It's actually the walls and the windows more than the ceiling, to be honest."
"Claustrohphobia?"
"More than that I think."
"Are you going to have another episode?"
"No, darling, don't worry--that show's on hiatus."
"...So it's coming back?"
"See, now you're worrying. Of course it's coming back. Everything does. Even if a show gets cancelled, the un-aired episodes will be released on the inevitable DVD. Likewise with my psychosis."
"Stop."
"No. I can't--not now, not here. These things have been set in motion for a reason, dearest. Genetics were at play here, and what's in me now has been some mad scientist's experiment. Bloodlines were carefully mixed. No other explanation. I was bred for this. Fate, baby. Fate"
"Now you're scaring me again, with all that fate talk. We agreed you'd get over that."
"YOU agreed! I rebel!"
"I'll leave."
"No, no, no. You can't leave. No matter what happens, oh God, never leave. If I was alone...You can't leave me here. I'll die without you. I'll go crazy without you."
"I thought you were already going crazy and dying."
"Yes."
"NO! Stop talking to me like that. How do you think it makes me feel--you telling me you're going to go psycho and die? Makes me feel like shit. You're just tearing a big hole open inside of me, don't you know that?"
"Yes, and if I could, I'd mend it now. But I can't. Don't worry though. All things shall pass. All this, the disconnect in my brain, is just another thing. It'll be gone, I'll be gone, we'll be gone, before long."
"You tell me that, and tell me not to worry?"
"...Yes."
"It helps I guess."
"Good. Just be here with me, now. Or maybe let's go outside. I feel trapped in here, I don't feel free."
"It's actually the walls and the windows more than the ceiling, to be honest."
"Claustrohphobia?"
"More than that I think."
"Are you going to have another episode?"
"No, darling, don't worry--that show's on hiatus."
"...So it's coming back?"
"See, now you're worrying. Of course it's coming back. Everything does. Even if a show gets cancelled, the un-aired episodes will be released on the inevitable DVD. Likewise with my psychosis."
"Stop."
"No. I can't--not now, not here. These things have been set in motion for a reason, dearest. Genetics were at play here, and what's in me now has been some mad scientist's experiment. Bloodlines were carefully mixed. No other explanation. I was bred for this. Fate, baby. Fate"
"Now you're scaring me again, with all that fate talk. We agreed you'd get over that."
"YOU agreed! I rebel!"
"I'll leave."
"No, no, no. You can't leave. No matter what happens, oh God, never leave. If I was alone...You can't leave me here. I'll die without you. I'll go crazy without you."
"I thought you were already going crazy and dying."
"Yes."
"NO! Stop talking to me like that. How do you think it makes me feel--you telling me you're going to go psycho and die? Makes me feel like shit. You're just tearing a big hole open inside of me, don't you know that?"
"Yes, and if I could, I'd mend it now. But I can't. Don't worry though. All things shall pass. All this, the disconnect in my brain, is just another thing. It'll be gone, I'll be gone, we'll be gone, before long."
"You tell me that, and tell me not to worry?"
"...Yes."
"It helps I guess."
"Good. Just be here with me, now. Or maybe let's go outside. I feel trapped in here, I don't feel free."