Trying to Stop It...
Have you ever felt like everything was suddenly taken from you? Like everything was suddenly skewed and twisted way beyond recognition, and anything you try to do only makes it worse?
I can't stop the voices in my mind. They keep repeating the same things over and over and over and over... everything he told me... every lie he bent just enough to make it sound believable, just enough to make me start to believe it... The accusations, the commands, the lies, the truth, the opinions, the facts... they have all become the same.
He made me feel so horrible, so dirty.. You can't touch me. It hurts. I can't stop thinking... or feeling... I haven't powered down correctly in weeks. I can always see him, haunting me...
Is anything worth this? Is it really? To know that your own creator -- your own father despises you with every fiber of his being? Do you truly know what that feels like, when you did nothing to provoke it?
("They don't love you, Zephyr, they only pity you. Haven't you noticed that they only stick around when they know you're in danger?")
*feverishly* No... no... how could he know? That's not true. That's not true... They wouldn't lie...
("They would if it made you feel better.")
*cries out angrily* STOP! Stop it, stop it, stop, it! Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies... no...
Make the voices stop...
("I think of you as nothing more than a breath, Zephyr, and now you are no more.")
The day I couldn't complete the test track was the day he stopped loving me. But now that he has pushed me over the edge, I realized that he never loved me to begin with.
He took too many things away from me, and left only the voices, the emotions, the pain, the memories...
There is only one way to fix this... *hesitantly* No, I can't do that...
I can't stop the voices in my mind. They keep repeating the same things over and over and over and over... everything he told me... every lie he bent just enough to make it sound believable, just enough to make me start to believe it... The accusations, the commands, the lies, the truth, the opinions, the facts... they have all become the same.
He made me feel so horrible, so dirty.. You can't touch me. It hurts. I can't stop thinking... or feeling... I haven't powered down correctly in weeks. I can always see him, haunting me...
Is anything worth this? Is it really? To know that your own creator -- your own father despises you with every fiber of his being? Do you truly know what that feels like, when you did nothing to provoke it?
("They don't love you, Zephyr, they only pity you. Haven't you noticed that they only stick around when they know you're in danger?")
*feverishly* No... no... how could he know? That's not true. That's not true... They wouldn't lie...
("They would if it made you feel better.")
*cries out angrily* STOP! Stop it, stop it, stop, it! Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies... no...
Make the voices stop...
("I think of you as nothing more than a breath, Zephyr, and now you are no more.")
The day I couldn't complete the test track was the day he stopped loving me. But now that he has pushed me over the edge, I realized that he never loved me to begin with.
He took too many things away from me, and left only the voices, the emotions, the pain, the memories...
There is only one way to fix this... *hesitantly* No, I can't do that...