Telepaths curse

[Patrick]

Patrick rubbed his forehead, his eyes merely glancing at the weapon in front of him as he put it together. He had gotten good enough with these things to make money off of them relatively well. But that wasn't what his mind was on.
No, it was the voices. For a long time he had managed to hold out the stress of dealing with them. They were there, but he could ignore them. But as time went on, as the world seemed to get crueler and crueler, the voices got harsher along with it. It was like being barraged by something that shouldn't exist.

He clenched his fists and threw the pistol across the room before frowning at his own anger, getting up and retrieving it while calming himself, This is usually so much more calming, but now, nothing calms me anymore. Sometimes I just slip in public, my mind just isn't paying attention to what I'm doing or my own thoughts, I only hear everyone else's.

He sighed and sat down looking at the plants growing in one part of his apartment he'd set out for it, "This must have started when that paladin came for me. I retaliated without thinking it through, repeatedly. Am I losing it?" he asked himself putting a hand on the planet and touching the soil feeling it fall through his fingers.

"I still look at his memories, as if I'm worried about something. But I haven't run into him in awhile so I'm not quite sure why I'm so worried about it." He narrowed his eyes, "Things were so peaceful before all this nonsense came up. Vampires existed but I never had to worry about it. People just went about their days. Sure there were some crazy vampires I'm sure but they're not all that different from normal crazy humans."


The world is getting worse. Am I losing myself along with it? Is that why I'm getting more violent, why I no longer feel like avoiding it unless absolutely necessary, even if I normally try to do so anyway. I suppose time will tell won't it. I hope this nonsense brushes over, though I'm almost certain it will not.