You've heard somewhere that the descent into Hell is easy. Maybe you've read it, but your memories are slipping. Ironic? Sadly. Epsilon, Alpha's memories, were causing you to lose your own.
But don't worry. You are sane. Totally, completely sane. But you feel so invaded. So broken, so alone. You curl in a ball at night, nails digging into your scalp, trying to get the images out.
They aren't yours, they are his, but you have to deal with them, don't you? There's a reason that Epsilon split from the Alpha, and it was to keep him [it] from going crazy. Because the images come, always, even in the sun.
When you were little, so naïve, you thought that bad things don't happen in the light. Because everyone gets their perfect ending, and the bogey men can only come out at night. But you were wrong.
The nightmares come in the day. And all five senses are utterly overloaded. You smell the coppery, heavy odor of blood as the bile rises in your throat, burning your esophagus. You hear their screams as countless people die; can see them clutching their wounds, writhing in agony. Your hands get scraped as you fall to the floor, heaving, the warm blood seeping slowly over your palms[it never comes off].
It's just not fair (whyyou?), but life isn't fair. Be brave, strong one, but it's so hard to be some pillar of strength, because pillars fall and topple, and civilizations crumble, and nothing lasts forever, m'boy.
After all, Hercules had his Hera, Samson had his Delilah, Hector had his Achilles, maybe David was just meant to have his Epsilon. Except that it cripples you, and [neververyfragile] Washington is about to break, to s h a t t e r across the floor in millions of pieces.
Maybe you won't resist too much because you're just tired of fighting it.
A/N:Very short, but I rather like it. Please review, tell me what you liked, hated, etc. :)