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With your fingernails, you scratch another deep furrow into the wall of the basement that has been your only company for so long. This is the third wall you've filled, now. If you still bothered to count, it'd be exactly one hundred and eighty two thousand, five hundred lines. Despite the pitch darkness, you can see every one clearly.
Five hundred years.
"FIVE HUNDRED YEARS!"
The crystalline shards of your wings shake and clatter against each other as you hurl a stone from the floor against the far wall, obliterating hundreds of marks in one blow.
So hungry.
So angry.
So lonely.
"LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!"
The scream echoes off the dungeon walls.
Remi said be good, be good and we'll be out eventually, just be good and everything will be okay, trust Remi…
Why would we want out? It's so nice down here, with the flowers and the tea parties and the birds and the sunshine and the games…
It's been too long, why would Remi let us out now? We're too crazy. Five hundred years and I'm all that's left.
You're held, paralyzed. The voices in your head war and clash. So hungry. So angry. But Remi will save you! No she won't, she's left you. No, Remi would never give up on you! Then why hasn't she come down here more than a half-dozen times in the past few years? Because she knows we're having fun, silly!
There's a pause. It's rare that there's a stalemate in your head for long. New voices always start up. But for some reason, this time they're slow to speak. Maybe five hundred years was long enough for you to start to heal. Maybe you've just broken so completely you can't break anymore.
You introduce yourself to the new voices you know are coming. You're Flandre Scarlet, a vampire trapped in the body of a twelve-year-old girl, and you went insane a long time ago.
That's why Remi keeps you locked up down here, so that you won't hurt anyone.
So that you can't eat anyone.
So that you can't see anyone.
You don't understand why she doesn't try to help you.
That makes you very, very, angry.
So, little voices in my head, what should we do about it?
