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I'm not sure how to do this. He's busy now, otherwise I'd be a lot more confident. Or I might not be doing this at all. It would all depend on his mood today.
My name is Amber. I have people living inside of me -- one, in particular. I say this because I'm not sure sometimes if he's a fracture -- a multiple -- or an actual entity. He has his own thoughts, memories, from way before I was born. On Halloween, he had his birthday. His 2,917th birthday. He was born in Assyria, when it was still a thriving empire. He knows too many things, ancient things, to describe in this post.
His name is Auroch, and he is a serial murderer and a rapist. He is incredibly violent, intelligent, charming, witty, and very handsome. He is the most dangerous person I've ever known.
There used to be others, but in the Divide, the War, he killed them all. I feel them stir sometimes, but never enough to wash him away, or come between us.
He has spent years torturing me in my own mind, telling me it is for my own good. Telling me it makes me strong. Telling me he loves me, and that I belong to him. And for all the wrong he does, all the pain, he does keep me safe. He has always protected me and kept me safe, even when I didn't want protection. Even when it meant nearly killing some of my closest friends. He still protected me.
Sometimes we share memories. Sometimes we don't. Right now my head is foggy from my medication (I'm sick, so I'm on Nexium). Perhaps later would be a better time to talk.
I need people who understand us. Who understand me. And he needs to be let out more. Because if I don't let him out, he'll find a way out -- and that has potentially fatal results for anyone who gets in his way.
My name is Amber. I have people living inside of me -- one, in particular. I say this because I'm not sure sometimes if he's a fracture -- a multiple -- or an actual entity. He has his own thoughts, memories, from way before I was born. On Halloween, he had his birthday. His 2,917th birthday. He was born in Assyria, when it was still a thriving empire. He knows too many things, ancient things, to describe in this post.
His name is Auroch, and he is a serial murderer and a rapist. He is incredibly violent, intelligent, charming, witty, and very handsome. He is the most dangerous person I've ever known.
There used to be others, but in the Divide, the War, he killed them all. I feel them stir sometimes, but never enough to wash him away, or come between us.
He has spent years torturing me in my own mind, telling me it is for my own good. Telling me it makes me strong. Telling me he loves me, and that I belong to him. And for all the wrong he does, all the pain, he does keep me safe. He has always protected me and kept me safe, even when I didn't want protection. Even when it meant nearly killing some of my closest friends. He still protected me.
Sometimes we share memories. Sometimes we don't. Right now my head is foggy from my medication (I'm sick, so I'm on Nexium). Perhaps later would be a better time to talk.
I need people who understand us. Who understand me. And he needs to be let out more. Because if I don't let him out, he'll find a way out -- and that has potentially fatal results for anyone who gets in his way.