Okay, don't ask. I don't know. I just started typing.

Disconnection

I'm in this room. In this darkness. Filled with the flickering
glow of the candle light.

I would blow out the candles, but I can't move, I can't even
feel.

I feel so disconnected. I'd forgotten how different I was from
everyone here until this very moment.

Of course, I thought it had gone away for good.

Why did it have to come back? These voices in my head, thoughts
that aren't mine.

I want to scream.

But I can't.

I feel like I'm trapped in a gilded cage. I'm so trapped. And
I'm so cut off from the rest of the world.

I walked down the street earlier, looking in at people through
their lighted windows as they laughed.

I feel so disconnected...

It was like we were in two different worlds. Mine in my own, and
them all together in their's.

They laughed, they talked, they were cheerful.

I didn't hear what they were saying, only their thoughts.

I haven't talked to anyone. I don't think I've said a full word
out loud for hours...

What do I do? What is this, and why is it happening to me?

The voices in my head, full of despair, hope, joy,
misery...they're not me. I'm Ivan, Hammet's servant.

So why are their thoughts circling through my head?

How is it even possible...?

For the first time in my life, I want my mother.

But I don't have one.

I curl up in my blankets, and exhaustion takes over.

It will some day be over.

But tonight...I'll just cry.

The End

Well, okay, I'll try to explain. I was daydreaming really early in the
morning and was wondering if Ivan always had such good control over his
telepathy. And since I watch lots of X-Men, I figured he didn't. So, I
wrote this. It's all broken up, like a person's thoughts when they can't
exactly think straight. The second to last lines "and exhaustion takes
over/it will someday be over" come from a Jars of Clay song called "Him".
Yeah.