Diclonius Grim
if only is was that simple..he stopped walking...they are the lingering souls of the first 3 i killed my father who was killed by me when i was born and my mother who comitted suicide when she first saw me..and my older brother who tried to kill me when he was entrusted to raise me...he continued to walk away...they torture me trying to make me end the lives of those i care for...they will pay
Jon looked down.
"I see you've had it hard too. I killed my father when he came at me with a shotgun one night. My mother tried to stop him, but he hit her on the head and she died in a coma four months later. I've not had it easy, being bounced around from foster home to foster home either." Jon walked a bit closer.
"You'd think that I'd be bitter to the point of wanting to go on a mass murdering spree as well...but I just can't do that. I vowed to never hurt a single human being after what I did to my father. I, too, have heard the voices. I've fought them off successfully. They barely torment me, now. I wouldn't let them win then, and I won't let them win now." Jon looked back up, a big smile on his face.
"You can fight it too. I know you can."