-Glares at her- Everyone says that. Are you going to tell me I should try eating organic? Having a better attitude about it? If I just stop taking your medicine you might come up with something before you snap and kill someone?
...
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be mad. At least you're listening.
It was working, though. I kept getting worse and growing more parts, because it needed to have more of itself to spread, but the important thing was stopping the voices so I could be me without someone else being me for me.
...
The voices went away more and more, but everything else got worse. I don't think they're trying to fix it.
I can't control my body anymore. And the voices aren't there to control it either. I just keep making more of me. It's making me tired, because I've been trying not to eat any life. Food doesn't help. It's more meat and plants that just makes more of me. I can't use it like I could. But they just keep making more.
I'm seventeen of me now. They keep giving me medicine. I don't know exactly what's in it.
-to Steph- Reeve would never do this to me. But nobody's seen him for a while. I don't think he's in charge anymore. The medic that helped me in the beginning was replaced last week. Nobody knows where the last one was either.
edited 4th Jul '16 11:49:38 PM by WonderSquid
I'm afraid. They took all my weapons and told Tifa not to give me any. All I've got is this. -Retrieves his knife from the floor-
...I have some hidden in the church. Maybe Gracia will let me hide there. But that would be the first place they'd look.
But if I attack anyone, they'll just tell people I'm crazy, from the drugs and the mako and the voices. And they'll believe it. You all did.
They don't want me leaving. If I try to force my way out, or escape, they'll say it's the voices. Reeve isn't around. Nobody will tell people I'm safe. I don't know if I am safe. Maybe they're not gone forever, and if I stop taking the treatments I will go nuts. Nobody will want to do anything with me. They throw rocks just because they know who I used to work for. What do you think they would do to me if they knew what I was? If someone told them?
...And there's seventeen of me now. I can get one out. The rest of me is still there. If I get them all out, I won't know what to do with them. Should I get rid of them? Should I put myself back together, even though there's too much of me to be just one person anymore?
I shouldn't have let them cut me in half. They got ideas.
edited 5th Jul '16 12:12:25 AM by WonderSquid

"... I-is there really no other way?"