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He could only vaguely remember walking endlessly in the fog. The whispers in his mind had developed three distinct voices. His mind felt like glass that had been shattered into fragments. His psyche had fragmented, co-existing to protect his stress induced mind. At some point they started taking turns, using the males body to communicate.

"If we just ******** use the knife on one of those sick ******** we'd get some where." His laughter was venomous, a cool confident smirk on his features.

"B..but if we do that..then we might hurt someone." The tone of voice even changed as the red heads body seemed to shrink back eyes darting around nervously.

"No s**t you piece of garbage, that's the whole point. Undying screaming, and blood. I want to do damage to the flesh.." A growl followed, disgusted by the cowardly behavior.

"I wanna go h--hoome.." A weeping noise followed, hands pressing to their face.

"We won't if you keep crying like that you little sniveling b***h!" The angrier male voice scolded the young child.

"S..shut up..stop talking." Lennard's voice came as he rubbed at his temples. Blinking as if waking from a dream. He looked down at the radio thing for a moment he'd left it on. When all he got was a faint "skkshh h----?" Among other noises he quickly turned off the radio hoping that would stop the weird noises.

Instead the voices in his head swirled in his mind, everything talking all at once. Lennard couldn't even make it out. He closed his eyes, counting to three in his mind. 1. The first voice pleaded for him not to make him leave yet. 2. The angry voice swore at him. 3. A little kid was crying, whimpering he was scared. Lennard might have heard other voices, but those were the only ones he could make out in that moment in time.

The rising madness in his shattered psyche peeked. He'd been left alone. Anger bubbled in his veins as he aggressively clawed at his skin. Alone to deal with weird voices, and a dizzying numbness that had spread all across his body. His thoughts were disjointed, and he kept trailing off as he tried to understand where he was, and what had happened.

Lennard's eyes slid open as he realized the fog was clearing. He felt cold, his body was shivering and he involuntarily wrapped his arms around his frame. It was a long while before he actually got moving again. What had just happened? He still felt shaken, like he'd experienced a panic attack somewhere in the midst of all his wandering trying to escape the fog. He felt detached, and dissociated from the situation. The sense of time-loss frustrated him, he couldn't account for his whereabouts over the last few hours. The scariest part was Len wasn't sure if he could control whatever it was that had triggered this. He felt like it could happen again, a sense of helplessness as his mind spiraled out of control.

The writing were on the wall, Lennard was losing it.