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Lethologica

by Nyx

A/N: Lethologica means the state of not remembering the right word to use; of not being able to express yourself in words.

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and you say it's not me

and I know it's not me

and I'm told it's not me

and I hope it's not me

and I feel it's not me

but still

but still

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Was I the person who frightened the world into not even speaking my name? Was I him, somehow?

I don't know.

If I was, I don't remember it. I have this awful feeling inside me, a premonition, that it was; you tell me that it was a different person, but I know that I did it. I feel a strange familiarity within me that cannot be denied. The actions are so repulsive, but the scenes pull on my heartstrings - I hum with delight as I see the pictures, as though I enjoy looking at them.

And then I come to myself, and I shut my mouth quickly, or sometimes retch dryly into my lap. I could not have done this. It's impossible. But then I could not feel what I do when seeing the photographs of the dead people, lying on the ground.

Some are untouched, their bodies cold and still but otherwise perfect; others, grotesquely slashed in patterns that I understand. Here is the rune for "Dark," here, the rune for "King," here, the rune for "Kill." I wonder if my hand made these cuts. I wonder if my skin tasted the crimson blood that must have splashed over the perpetrator's robes and face.

I wonder if it tasted good to me.

It is as if I am being torn two ways, one the way that I believe is right and one the way my instincts tell me to go. I am in a state of utter lethologica: I cannot explain the deep feelings, the primal urges, that tell me that I am the killer - but there they are. Feelings, not words, not actions. Only feelings. Feelings that will not come out until I can express them without harming others.

You say, What?

But I can't explain it to you. If I could - if I did, I would be taken away, and I don't deserve that. I know better than I used to, than the man who killed so many did.

I reply, Sorry. Lethologica.

*finis*

A/N: This was a strange little vingette.

Sequels: Nyx does not do sequels.