5: I woke up once more. I know, this is getting repetitive, but just- bear with me. I don’t really know what time or day it is. I sit up in my bed. The doctors finally allowed me to get up. The beeping was over and I felt more relief in that one part in my arm. My wounds are slowly healing. The doctors stitched up the gash, so that's better. My horns are almost grown back. I feel…happy…but that’s probably the damage. The bandage around my head was gone. Everything was perfect. Wait…no. The glitch. I’m still malfunctioning. I can’t heal in general. I pushed myself off the bed, putting on my cape. I check my phone. It’s March 18, 2025. It’s…been a year. What. Time hasn’t flown by that fast, right? Last time it was- It was like…I don’t remember, but it was sometime in 2024. Where…is everyone. It’s…barren. I’m getting an eerie feeling. It’s…too dark. I try walking but collapse. “agh..I haven’t walked in a year.” I mutter as I start hovering. I hovered through the hospital, looking for some sort of..light or person. I don’t hear myself calling out to my friends. Did they..abandon me? Did they think I…just…didn’t wake up? I nervously continue traversing the hospital ground’s, trying to find an exit. “If this is a prank…come out…This…isn’t funny…please…” That last whimper came out in a bit of a sob. I felt something wet roll down my cheek, and it wasn’t blood. Am I crying?! I hate being alone… Holy! Did- Did I just see something move?! I felt goosebumps. I continue hovering through before feeling my foot graze something. I look down and reel back in pure fear. A dead body…it was..bloody…their eyes and everything inside their mouth was ripped off. Teeth, tongue, you name it. This gave me flashbacks of.... The war. Everything is coming back to me. I start breaking down. All the walls I had, holding my feelings in, just came crashing down. I fell to my knees, crying hysterically. Everything was flooding back. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I look up a little. Everything was back to normal. The lights were on, people were actually walking through the hospital and it looked working. The dead body was gone. I couldn’t stop crying. I hear people trying to reassure me and ask me questions, but I couldn’t get anything out. I finally spotted my friends in the crowd surrounding me. They looked afraid - panicked even. I thought they were scared of me, so I just cried harder. I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate this I hate-
6: I was finally back to work. I kept having these…hallucinations. It feels so real when they happen, but they just disappear into nothing after they break me. I was later diagnosed with schizophrenia. Void, why… I slump down on the chair beside my friends, letting out a sharp sigh. “Alright, here's the list for today!” Star pulled out a clipboard and started reciting our tasks. It was all a blur to me. Moxie must've seen my dazed expression as he patted my shoulder reassuringly. Star looked at me and gave me a slight smile. “Since you’re just getting back into it, they gave you an easier job. Cosmo, you’re on clean up duty. I’m sure nothing can go wrong with that!” That last part was probably for reassurance, like I was scared - which I was. We all separated to do our jobs. I started cleaning up one of the many lounges. Sweeping, dusting, mopping, the usual. After about an hour or so, I stare down at what I'm sweeping. Everything looks barren again as I see I'm sweeping a severed head. I dropped the broom. I reeled back a bit. I take deep breaths to try and calm myself. This is a hallucination, this has to be. This isn’t real and I know it. I blink and it’s back to normal. I hate this. I've said it many times throughout this pathetic excuse for a novel but it’s true. I continue sweeping. I hear a familiar voice behind me. “Look what we have here, the malfunctioning freak .” The voice mocked. I could feel the anger brewing inside me. It’s making my blood boil more than usual. I turn around. “Go away, Light, and take your basic name with you while you’re at it.” I scoffed. I hated that- that thing. I don’t like him. Before he could say something else, I just dropped the broom and walked away. I really dont have the energy to deal with him today - not after everything that happened. I feel myself being forced back by an invisible force. “What do you want?” I spoke firmly, not wanting to put up with his ####. “Nothing, just information.” Light smirked. “Elaborate, but make it quick.” I sigh. This is the best way to get out of it. “So,” He began, sitting down in the air and crossing his arms. “How did you get like this? I mean, a whole year in the hospital is no joke.” “Why do you care?” I retorted, not really happy with this. “How can a guardian of all people end up in the hospital?” “I don’t know, maybe you should ask all the people of our kind you k#lled in the war!?” I snapped. “Tsk, tsk, getting worked up? That war was billions of years ago, you’re overreacting.”. Over…..reacting? So many people died, so many universes, gone. It was all because of him and the other rebels. All this pain and trauma. I so badly wanted to sucker-punch him and make him feel all the pain and suffering the rebels caused us, but something held me back - and it wasn’t the invisible force. “Overreacting…?” I mumbled. “Yeah, we all left that trauma behind years ago, grow up.”. “.....Grow….up..?” I repeated, clenching my hands into fists. “You-You killed so many innocent people- you and the other rebels killed trillions of people! What if they had families-?!” Light sighed. “It was for the good of us. For us! We needed freedom. To not be ordered around and-” I cut him off. “Those orders help keep people safe. If you really cared, you wouldn’t have betrayed us! You were my mentor..You taught me everything. Why…did you…leave me…” My voice got quieter as all the horrid memories from the war came back. “Why..” Light showed a bit of remorse, but not enough. “Because you’re like Void’s pet. His play-thing. You can’t say no to him like he owns you.” “He’s our creator!” “Just because he created us doesn’t mean we have to do everything he says!” That invisible force was no longer holding me back. I lunged at him and threw a hook at his face. His ###### face. How could he make such a terrible excuse and brush it off like it's nothing?! He dodged it since we all are created with quick reflexes. He pulled out that specialized rifle. The same rifle that…caused this all. It was for self defence- but still. #### move.
