Another Entry
I guess it's time to make another entry in here. It's not like I've got anything else to do. Roy's out of it, and I hope it's for the night. I don't want to fight him. And I don't want them taking him back, either.
Where the hell do I start? I don't even know anymore. It's weird, the way the weirdest things start to feel normal. And it hasn't even been that long. I've been here what, five days? It feels like a hell of a lot longer. I've heard people say that time isn't right here. I can agree with that.
I guess I'll start with the easy stuff. Which I guess, right now, is Roy. Never thought I'd be calling that the easy stuff. When I saw him there, in the hall, and it was him but it wasn't him... it felt exactly the same way as when that bastard shot me. Like seeing Gracia but not Gracia, holding that gun.... I know I love him. I've never doubted that. I just... I don't know. I know Gracia used to make jokes about me and Roy, but I never thought about it much. He's my best friend. I don't know. It doesn't really matter anyway, I guess. Now onto the hard stuff.
I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know if I'm human anymore. There. I said it. Or wrote it, anyway. I don't know what they've done to me, but I know what it feels like. I know what a chimera is, and I know what they've done to me and the two seem pretty damn similar. And I can feel it. It's not like anything hurts, but... I shouldn't be able to see in the dark. I shouldn't be able to move the way that I can now. I shouldn't be able to see. I shouldn't have... whatever the hell these things are.
I try not to think about it, but it's quiet now and there's nothing else to think about. If I think about escape, I think about home, and I think about going home like this. It's not like Gracia would care - Gracia wouldn't care if I came home covered in fur and with five arms, I think. But it isn't like I could go back to work, if anyone found out. And it's damn stupid to be worrying about that when there's monsters outside the door and Roy's been brainwashed and there's so many kids running around here....
We've got to get out. All of us.
Where the hell do I start? I don't even know anymore. It's weird, the way the weirdest things start to feel normal. And it hasn't even been that long. I've been here what, five days? It feels like a hell of a lot longer. I've heard people say that time isn't right here. I can agree with that.
I guess I'll start with the easy stuff. Which I guess, right now, is Roy. Never thought I'd be calling that the easy stuff. When I saw him there, in the hall, and it was him but it wasn't him... it felt exactly the same way as when that bastard shot me. Like seeing Gracia but not Gracia, holding that gun.... I know I love him. I've never doubted that. I just... I don't know. I know Gracia used to make jokes about me and Roy, but I never thought about it much. He's my best friend. I don't know. It doesn't really matter anyway, I guess. Now onto the hard stuff.
I don't know what I am anymore. I don't know if I'm human anymore. There. I said it. Or wrote it, anyway. I don't know what they've done to me, but I know what it feels like. I know what a chimera is, and I know what they've done to me and the two seem pretty damn similar. And I can feel it. It's not like anything hurts, but... I shouldn't be able to see in the dark. I shouldn't be able to move the way that I can now. I shouldn't be able to see. I shouldn't have... whatever the hell these things are.
I try not to think about it, but it's quiet now and there's nothing else to think about. If I think about escape, I think about home, and I think about going home like this. It's not like Gracia would care - Gracia wouldn't care if I came home covered in fur and with five arms, I think. But it isn't like I could go back to work, if anyone found out. And it's damn stupid to be worrying about that when there's monsters outside the door and Roy's been brainwashed and there's so many kids running around here....
We've got to get out. All of us.