(…Despite everything, I still remember an old story someone told me. It wasn’t mama or papa, but someone from my old home. Maybe they were a friend? I wish remembered more so I could say for certain…
I don’t remember their face, or the way they smiled all the time, or their eyes staring unblinkingly at me. But I remember what they told me.
It was about these.. overseers. Things that saw more than we could imagine. These creatures would infest our insides, roots would grow and start moving our body like it wasn’t our own anymore like parasites. It would move forward without any hesitance, trying to find the end of a story we had no clue we were part of. And once it finds what it’s looking for? It toys with its captive. Uses everything around for all its worth, exhausting everything of its novelty. Then it digs its claws even more. Making the person infested do things they would never want to do. Defiling their heart and soul of what they truly stood for. Even the strayest of thoughts can be used against them. And once all is said and all is done? It makes them forgot. But the rot is still there.
…I actually liked that story. It was.. comforting in a strange sense.
I hope that person is okay. But either way, it’s a curious story, isn’t it?)