" The marvelous thing is that it is painless," he said. "Committing conscious suicide so that the only world you live in is your own, the one locked up in your head- that's the best kind of self-murder that there'll ever be." I think he would've been right; for any other person, living only in a mental world of their own imagination and creation.....hell, that would be a dream. The problem wasn't with what the Doctor had offered me- the problem would, in fact, turn out to be with me.
No, that doesn't sound right, blaming the whole thing on me, that's ridiculous- no one human would be capable of such power, and certainly not me, weak-willed as I was. The problem lay both with me and with the circumstances in which I grew up. I might have turned out quite ordinary, really, if it hadn't been for two people.
Many years after my physical being had been completed, my consciousness finally awoke, and I found myself in the hands of two monsters trying to love. I was their slave for twenty-five years.
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