Vein's POV
They say I am insane. They say I am crazy. They say I'm a killer. They say I am a monster. All those lies are true, yet I say the truth of my lies. They try to restore my soul, but it has already died.
Relax, they say. We will help you, they say. We don't want to hurt you, they say. I see through their lies and deception like air.
When I do as they say, I see the fresh blood at my feet, the corrupted smile on my face. I see the bodies…everywhere. I see what I am.
Traumatic. Horrid. Dead. That is how I am described. I cannot be saved. I am not a number. I am not a duplicate. I am a monster, a fallen soldier.
I can never change what happened. I can never change. I can't change my mind. I do not have a say in my life. This battle within me is failing
My thoughts are being stained by the blood. Those men in white…all those men…falling. Falling. I pushed them off the ledge between life and death. I was afraid that I would fall. But, no…I had to push them over. Their once proud, white, shining souls are black as night, red as blood.
Falling…
Falling…
Falling…