Hearing Voices
The first time I awoke I was nothing, floating in a dark and endless abyss that seemed to hold nothing. I felt pain and anger, a desperation that I couldn't resolve. I hated it, I also felt someone else, they were forcing me to feel these things. They were the reason I was here, I wanted them to suffer.
It was a small thing at first dishing back some of the negative of them, nudging them in subtle ways to do the things that I felt they needed to do. Eventually they picked up on me, noticed me and shoved me away, right back into the darkness that I had come from. I slept.
The second time that I awoke the other presence was dulled, and I was incredibly sad. A sadness that would just not go away, no matter what I made them do. This sadness quickly turned to hatred a hatred aimed at them for making me experience this.
I told them that they should kill themselves, that they were nothing. Useless. Worthless. A waste of life and space. I thrived off telling them these things, making them feel what I felt. Making them suffer. If I was nothing but a voice in their head so what? At least I could influence them in other ways.
Then it suddenly changed, I was pushed back again, replaced with a feeling of confusion and hope. Pushed down and in another instant once again forced to sleep.
The final time I awoke it was painful. Unlike the other times I was no longer just a voice, I had a form. Floating in the black abyss with thoughts and emotions swirling around and above my head making a pattern of colour and random scenes. I hated it, my form was too small, to different. I wasn't meant to be here!
I was real, something more than just a voice, I had a form, it made a difference, I was now able to do more, to explore where I found myself, the constantly shifting and changing world that was someone else's subconscious. Who. WAS. I? I soon found a name, or a memory, Tammy Hybrid. Who wants to be known as Hybrid? I grabbed the name Tammy, made it my own. Tammy, Tammy the Figment! They shall fear me!
But who am I?