"So what do you plan on doing now?" The voices echoed in my head.
I shrugged. "I'll just play by ear, I guess. There isn't much I can do, can I?" I mumbled. For a moment, I stopped dead in my tracks. Indeed, they could be harsh at times but they keep me awake. Back then, juggling many things was my forte... However the tables have turned and I am struggling.
"You can forget about keeping your other persona." A gentle yet unfeeling voice purred.
My other persona..? I sighed. It was evident that I could only handle two lives, and no more than that. I refused to believe it, for a year now, and the consequence of rebelling is huge.
"Don't bite off more than you can chew." Another voice hissed.
How many times have I heard this warning? A leopard never changes its spots... "This is bad," I muttered. "This nauseous feeling that keeps coming back..."
It made me sick, made me tired... The rogue missile of devastation that keeps coming back at me, a heat sensor attached to it... Or rather, a hell havoc wrecker after me.
"Fight it, you know you can. Just remember your limits..." A single, steady voice slowly ebbed out of my head. "And yes, you have to remember to stop talking to yourself in public."
