Chisaki.

I can’t stand this for much longer. Everything is disgusting, even the air taste of something wretched. I can feel it on my skin and in my lungs, it’s poisoning me, I can feel my flesh rotting-

I can’t remember yesterday. It’s an odd sensation, one I haven’t quite gotten to grips with yet. There’s a glitch in my memory, a little jump over the events of yesterday that I can’t seem to recall in the slightest. Perhaps they did this, caused this with the aide of some drug or quirk. I used to know an information broker who could do something similar, but his capabilities were far from an entire day.

It makes me feel uneasy. I don’t know why my body aches or the bandages on my arms are rewrapped. I don’t know who changed my clothes or cleaned me, and I don’t know why those pleasantries were given to me. Perhaps the therapist was good on their word and requested a shower. Why they would remove such a thing from my memory seems incomprehensible though, so what-

Is this a serious question? Why are people suddenly interesting in my well-being?

The idea of writing - as far as one could call speaking into a computer writing - my thoughts down is far from appealing, but if that naive little therapist thinks it will help me in some way, then so be it. At least it’s something to do, I’m tired of staring at the same four walls all day. 

I suppose even that is better than being taken back to the laboratory. The experiments they conduct are unknown to me, I see no point in them. I want to know what it is they are doing to me. Perhaps they see it as some sort of recompense for what I did to Eri, but they’d be wrong. I had integrity. I had reason. 

I hope they leave me alone for a little while. I didn’t realise quite how much things could hurt when immediate repair isn’t an option. 

I miss- 

No. Silly to linger on the past. It’ll only drive me insane.