Act 1, Prologue – The Seven Voices
Song: Seven Devils – Florence and the Machine
Make him your victim.
Indulge in his misery that you will cause.
Take everything he has.
Reject him when he begs for mercy.
Make him feel your wrath, your pain, your suffering.
He's better then you will ever be.
You are better than he will ever be.
The seven voices in my head were louder than before, fighting the blanket of white noise I put between them. I named them The Seven Voices. They haunted my every thought, every decision and every action. They were constantly there. Normally I could block them, scream at them to go away.
Their whispers are stronger when I go through a tough decision or a dramatic point in my life, when I'm distracted or stressed and I can't fight back as well and they take over, they were there that day I attempted to kill him. They are always there. Always waiting. Always watching. Waiting to break through the barrier and take over.
I had been hearing them more and more until The Other He came along. The Other He made them go away and made them stay away. The Other He made me feel like me before The Seven Devils, before they were fighting in my mind. The Other He made me feel normal. The Other He made me not feel so crazy or cracked because he made the voices go, I don't know how The Other He did, but whatever occurred they went away for the brief visits. But, when The Other He went away for good, they came back.
They're louder, more demanding and desperate to be heard, they fight for my attention putting darker and darker thoughts in my head, poisoning my mind, my reasoning and my conscience. They'll disable my guilt and my sense of morality, my compassion and love, my sadness and my joy. And, then when I can no longer feel emotions, they will turn me into a cold blooded killer. I'm their knife, their arrow, their tool.
I'm petrified. I can't speak about them. I can't do anything to stop them. It's terrifying.
Especially as this time, no matter how hard I try I can't seem to push them away...