Good Bye And Good Riddance
Chapter Seven
Ivan's mind was his own perfect enemy. It was his worst nightmare and his inescapable prison. He would never be rid of it, he knew that much at least. He could never be rid of it. The voices clamouring inside of his head were deafening. He wasn't like that. He never wanted to hurt anyone. They were so loud. They were drowning out his personality, his thoughts.
No. No stop! He didn't want this. He never wanted this. He was good. He was kind. He loved animals, he didn't hurt them. He hated to hurt people; he didn't smile when they screamed. He loved sunflowers and the warmth of the sun and the company of his friends and his sisters. He would never hurt someone. He would never. Never!
This wasn't him.
He wanted someone to notice the changes. His own sisters didn't seem to see or understand his distress. It had happened so very long ago, he wondered if they knew this wasn't him
He was melting.
No one saw. No. No that was wrong. Two saw. The one hated him. And no wonder. He had hurt the man. The albino had stared at him with blank eyes and asked why he hadn't killed him yet, told him that he just wanted to die and for him to get over it. The man stared at with those same eyes. They weren't blank or dull. They were fire. They were fire. They were blood. They were him. They were what he would become. The other was inside him. It laughed. He cried out in his sleep for it to go away. He wasn't a bad person.
He screamed out loud as scarlet stained his hands once more. His eyes flew open.
"Why have I become this?"
