Tale of a Garden

Chapter 22: Morality Illness

Nothing like starting the day off with some questionable refreshing videos of how your former team got single-handedly got beat by yours truly.......though I feel as if my moral conscience is spiraling out of control....and arguably enough the ever growing pit of despair gradually increasing isn't doing much a improvement to my decision to an ill-fated route. Perhaps a mental checklist may sooth my nerves or keep track of the endless amount of stares from the re- I mean Agents........aren't I just a splendid bundle of joy so the Agents it is then. I cant imagine what types of thoughts are racing through their minds at this exact moment of time. perhaps their thinking of running away during the night...... no nono that would simply be quite ridicules since after all I did offer then shelter in my home next to my precious garden of mine. Even more so since after all, a madman is after them.....well more so me than anything above all. Hmph why is that I'm always stuck with a delusional man after myself. I can hardly understand why anyone would really take an interest in sociopathic gardener? I might be devilishly handsome and a wonderful conversational person, but never less theses aren't enough of a reason to chase a man down till the edge of the world. If someone came to me a couple of years ago saying that in less than a decade of time I will be extracting my revenge against the insane Headmaster I would be flabbergasted at the very most..... though I would probably question how they know that type of information and at a high chance kill them to ensure no one else discovers it as well..............why am I getting the sensation someone is looking-                                                                                         "Storm are you even listening to me?" Whoops.   I coughed while I felt an increase in temperature in the room that the Agents were oblivious to. "My apologies.....seemed to have gotten lost inside my own mind once more. I really need to get a professional to take a look" I gazed around thinking of what sort of problems lurk in my mind. Before landing my line of sight on the Agent not realizing that I didn't account for who it was speaking to me. Its a very confused and worried looking Diana. She sighed before speaking up,"That's my point Storm....We're just wondering how you're holding up so far since his death. Facing a loved ones death is often the hardest difficulty anyone can face, so don't forget that Daniel, Dexter, Chara and I are here to provide some type of comfort." I smiled and shook my head softly, "I already faced that moment years ago Diana, Mother was a strong woman till death, so having that type of strength removed from my life crumbled my very soul. I had to move on or else I would have completely destroyed myself from grief and Jon was that solution." I glanced at her to only see the other Agents hidden behind her. I chuckled at this knowing that hear everything but I decline to announce their presence. "Now that I think back on the situation, its a bit funny considering that Jon found me wondering the streets being drunk off my ass. Ah what a wondrous time indeed....though Jon would have argue that the experience wasn't as delightful for him as it was for me...... Anyhow to speed things along, he comforted me in the darkest times and he deserves a better death than that bastard gave him. My sanity is a good price to pay in order to accomplice this task." A heaviness settled into the room as the Agents processed this information and thus a different weight began to arise in my heart as they glanced at one another, no words being uttered. I sighed before speaking once again.  "Don't worry too much about this old hermit, My sanity was never fully there to begin with so no harm has been made."                                                                                                                            The silence that preceded after what I said was suffocated enough to choke on, though metaphorically Dexter managed to do so with surprising ease. In my mind something was left unsaid and it was yelling to be released. "If my actions seem reckless or sloppy at any given moment don't hesitate to snap me out of it by any means necessary...and before any of you can ask, yes you may hit me if you wish to do so."                                                                                                                                                        This provided enough of a reassurance to the agents as they smiled at me, though Daniel is looking more mischievous with his........better revoke his hitting rights before he'll regret anything.