Ego

6.

"No past or future, only now."

■■■■■ awoke in The Room. Ares smiled at them, which could only mean one thing. It was one of those nights.

"I hope you're prepared, now." Spoke Ares, and he simply leaned back.

It was deafening. Whispers from everywhere. It was as if the walls themselves were screaming, the floor, even the air itself. Everything was... too loud.

"What's wrong with you?"
■■■■■ looked down.
"Fucking disgrace. Disgusting."
■■■■■ put a hand to their ear.
"Whore."
Two hands.
"You deserved everything they did to you and more."
They kneeled.
"You should have died long ago."

Curling into a small ball on the floor, the deafening noise seemed to crush ■■■■■. Tears streamed down their face. It was too loud. Too loud. Too fucking loud.

"You know how to stop this."

Ares' voice rang clear.

"You know where to find it."

He approached, squatting and extending his hand.

"I'll make it stop for a bit if you comply. I can keep them at bay, but only if you do what I ask..." He smirked.

■■■■■ looked up to him.

"What do you say?"

And they shook hands.

■■■■■ awoke, staring at the ceiling awhile. The voices were... quieter, but not all the way gone. They knew what they had to do.

Getting out of bed, they reached to their art supplies box. Inside was a box cutter.

"...I'm sorry." They murmured. They were disappointing a lot of people right now. They were supposed to be good. But they were not.

The voices came to a stop for a few days.
But hunger like that may never be truly satisfied.