Unlikely Friends

A New Perspective...

My voices kept yelling at me "Kill the angel. Kill the shepherd. Release the beast within Flock." but I didn't listen. I don't want to listen. "Kill, kill, kill!" They scream still. But I won't listen. My years as a punisher in Hell created my voices, all wishing for blood. Wishing for death. Starving them of it may get rid of them. Maybe... They want Flock to get angry. To lust for blood. But I won't do that to him. My voices are loud. Maybe helping the Fallen Faction will help me. Maybe feeling like I'm a part of the community will help. Maybe... They wanted me to rip Shepard's wing off. Wanted me to lead an angry Flock into the street. I like their relationship. They care for each other, and they're close. Not close enough to be dating though... I wish I had friends. Friends like them. Maybe I can get in with them? Become friends? I want to, but I don't know how.... They haven't caused a stir here yet. I don't hear an intense battle. Or would it be short? It is just an angel and demon against a small community of demons and fallen. But would they fight? Actually, stupid question. Those two would die. No doubt. My voices would be happy with that. They are always happy with death. Malicious bastards they are. I let them fill my head. I hate it. I hate them. I hate my head. I hate me. I'm losing my mind. My grip on the world. What if I like insane me? Will I become a voice? The only good voice in the sea of killers? No, I'm a killer. A monster. I'm a bomb. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Lotus closed her thought journal. She gripped her head tightly as she stayed sat.

"Tick tick tick tick. When will I blow up?"

Lotus reached for her pistol.

"Or when will I cut my red wire?"

Someone knocked on her door. Lotus was startled and froze.

"W-who is it?"

"Lotus, I'm here for our weekly session."

Lotus slowly pulled her hand away from her gun. She forgot that she had a therapy session.

"Oh... Come in."

A fallen opened the door and looked at Lotus. He sat down at the edge of her bed and she spun in her chair to face him. Her mask was still on and covering her face.

"Do you mind if I look at your thought journal?"

He asked and she held it out. He quickly read her week's thoughts before closing it and setting it down.

"So, how would you say I'm doing?"

"You're strong. You aren't letting your voices break you. But because of them you're thinking lowly of yourself. So low that you don't try to reach out to make friends. Perhaps that's what you need?"

"I know. I know. But-"

"Lotus. No buts. Just go out and try. See if that helps any."