Transfusion 02 - 50% droning
[Someone was bad at sorting his thoughts. Guilt, confusion, satisfaction. He couldn't decide what he really felt. It was subtle at first, but he just couldn't let go of his unease. The more he thought about it, the worse he became. He kept realizing more and more, but they only added to his confusion. There was something very wrong, something he needed to realize RIGHT NOW. Every time he was about to reach a solid answer, it all suddenly crumbles when he realizes that just wasn't how it was. What made it so convincing in the first place? As a last desperate struggle to clear things up, he scrambled to the phone.]
Just which is it? Was I always this mad? I keep getting glimpses of blood, corpses, a dark alleyway. It's impossible, right? I always lived honestly in Mayfield! Argh, no! That was all fake. I was never here... as a child...? This must be another droning! But Mayfield is just a simple peaceful town, why would anyone here do such a thing? ...Peaceful? Haha, after that letter? Why would anyone kill over a little population control? It's just another voice in my head again. JUST ANOTHER VOICE! My memories, someone out there should know which are real, right?
Playing kick the can. Never heard of that. I was always confined. No, that was grounded. My dad... A bit nervous. Did horrible things to... Taiga? No, maid. No maids. Everyone is free. An illusion. Can't leave. Like it here. Looping streets. The warm perfect weather. Droning. Denial. Denial. Denial! Killing. Playing. Feeding. Burgers. Bentos. Soda. Red. Blood. Blood. Blood? Spraying. Sprinklers. Red. It's red. Limbs. Dancing. Parties...
Hehehehe... Hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHA! Nevermind! HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
[The phone falls to the ground, in a failed attempt to slam it shut. You can still hear the muttering as he tries to deal with his thoughts himself.]
Just which is it? Was I always this mad? I keep getting glimpses of blood, corpses, a dark alleyway. It's impossible, right? I always lived honestly in Mayfield! Argh, no! That was all fake. I was never here... as a child...? This must be another droning! But Mayfield is just a simple peaceful town, why would anyone here do such a thing? ...Peaceful? Haha, after that letter? Why would anyone kill over a little population control? It's just another voice in my head again. JUST ANOTHER VOICE! My memories, someone out there should know which are real, right?
Playing kick the can. Never heard of that. I was always confined. No, that was grounded. My dad... A bit nervous. Did horrible things to... Taiga? No, maid. No maids. Everyone is free. An illusion. Can't leave. Like it here. Looping streets. The warm perfect weather. Droning. Denial. Denial. Denial! Killing. Playing. Feeding. Burgers. Bentos. Soda. Red. Blood. Blood. Blood? Spraying. Sprinklers. Red. It's red. Limbs. Dancing. Parties...
Hehehehe... Hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHA! Nevermind! HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
[The phone falls to the ground, in a failed attempt to slam it shut. You can still hear the muttering as he tries to deal with his thoughts himself.]