A Disturbed Reality.

A River

   Have you ever killed someone? I mean really. Not in a game or figuratively. Have you ever killed of a part of yourself? Do you understand that it not only affects you and the people around you. It not only affects the family of the person you murdered. It affects reality.
   Allow me to explain myself. My name is not important. I am known as Monster. All my life that has been my name. And all my life I've stuck with it. I was born with a brother. Identical twins. The last time we saw each other we were four. He has no idea who I am, and I have no idea who he is. But if I was given the chance, I might have killed him.
   Not a very good explanation is it? Let's try this on for size. It's you and 29 other people stranded on an island with no food. Who do you eat first? Some might say the fat person, others might say the worst of us. But what if you are one of those people? Do you want to be eaten first? No. That's not a very good explanation either. I'll give it a last go.
   Reality is a river. We can see it from two different angles. Upstream and Downstream. It has always been this way. For most people. However, others can't see it that way. These people are called the "Disturbed". Poor choice in name I know. But they can't seem to see what others see. Instead of looking at the river, they're drowning in it. Eternally. And no one can save them. And when they die, they start over again. The same life. Over, and over again. Constantly drowning. And one day, they decide to drag someone down with them. A new person for each life. But it never works. The Disturbed can't control themselves. The Disturbed are inherently evil. The Disturbed, are Monsters.
   They are fully aware of the state they live in. Constantly re-living the same life. And they go through the motions. Their life becomes dull, and meaningless. But no one believes them. Not a soul. Only the Disturbed. The Monsters. And just when we begin to settle, and rest easy with our eternal punishment, we drag in another life. It's out of our control. But this time it's worse. The victims don't die. Although they wish they had. They go through the motions with us. Locked in our eternal pain and agony. Until one day they kill themselves. They don't understand. They've gone insane and can't take it. They don't know why it hurts so much.
   Being Disturbed is nothing wonderful. There's no sleep, no hunger, no life. We paint on smiles and look for one's like us. Other Disturbed. We're drowning. All of us.