He could feel it moving beneath his skin. Thrashing and twisting, trying to break through skin. His back started to ache and burn from the persistent movement of what laid beneath his skin. Suddenly he grabbed at his head, trying to quite the voices screaming at him.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT!" "Why?" "MONSTER!"
"Come on Kaneki, you knew it would lead to this." A sweet voice said with a venomous undertone. "Poor Kaneki. All alone in this big, bad, world." Although the words sounded caring, he knew not to trust them. He learntthe hard way,that "the voice" was a master at torture. When he thought that "the voice" was gone, it would come back with more force. "Give in Kaneki. You can't fight this, you can't fight me. I can help you get revenge on the people responsible for your change, the people who are responsible for his death." The voice whispered to him. He could feel it trying to control him.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
The steady pounding of the being he dubbed as "the voice" banging against his mental walls.
Crack.
"Oh poor Kaneki, did you really think you'd win this fight? You had already lost, you just didn't know." That was the last thing Kaneki heard before his vision went black. "HAHAHA. Finally! Don't worry Kaneki, I'll take good care of you."