Jak 2


Mutant.

Abnormality.

Freak.

They're all just words. But they hurt. Time seems to slow, and they're all you can hear. They echo in your ears, dragging you under the surface, drowning you. Twisting you attempt to break free but can't. You are lost. It's impossible find your way back to shore, no matter how hard you try.

Menace.

Monster.

Demon.

But you can't stop hearing them. They echo in your head, pulling you closer and closer to the darkness threatening to over take you. Like a faint ringing in your ears, so quiet you can barely hear it, but do, just the same. And the words begin to knaw, burying themselves so thick in your skull that after a while they're all you hear.

Miscreation.

Mistake.

Monstrosity.

And the words seem to snake their way around your throat, and are strangling you, crushing the life right from you. All you can do is gasp for air as you claw at the invisible words but its no use. And all the while time is still slowing, and the words are still all you hear.

Make them stop, fast. Block them out, just block them out. Words. Only words.

Block, block, block.

You're good at that.

Empty, empty, empty. That's all you feel.

That's all you ever feel. Empty.

Like you're hollow. Like those vile words took out your insides but forgot to but them back in. Didn't want to put them back in. Decided they liked you better this way. But you don't. You wrap your arms around your chest, trying to feel human. To feel something. Anything but this miserably, abandoned feeling.

The words are gone. You can't hear them anymore; they no longer hold you captive.

Gone, gone, gone.

Finally, you can breathe. So you do. You breathe in, quick and shallow, trying to remember where you are and that you are alright, you're safe from those horrible words. But you're still empty. Still just as desolate as you were before. You feel as though you could scream. You wish you could detach yourself from your feelings, make yourself numb.

Numb, numb, numb.

Make yourself become numb. It can't be any harder than blocking out those loathsome words, right?

Apathetic. That's what you are. Unfeeling.

But it's better than being sad and alone and empty.

You close your eyes, and try to go back to sleep. Daxter's soft snoring seems to comfort you. So you'll take what sleep you can get.

Because it won't be long now, before the words come back to haunt you.

Freak.

fin

A/N: edited it a bit because I really like this story and the angst (: Who doesn't love more angst?

~LeiaOrganicSolo