Sings
Newt was getting worse. He could see it hour by hour. The signs were clear. He had never felt so angry. It was a wave that burned everything in its path. It wasn't like him. It was like having another person inside him.
Newt had always thought of himself as a calm person. A protector. A defender. A support system for everyone.
Now all he knew was anger.
It would get worse.
He needed to know that he wouldn't become a monster. It was the only thing that kept him upright. That made him feel good.
The hope that everything would fall into place.
His leg screamed. His lips twitched. It reminded him of the truth. That he wasn't strong. That soon he wouldn't even remember his own name. That there would be nothing left of him.
He took a deep breath. He had to hold on to what he was. He wouldn't be that way for long.
