We return

I'm back it seems.
Issue is I don't know where I went.

Indeed.

Did your voice change? It sounds softer for some reason.

N-No. I'm confused.

That makes three of us.

You've got to be kidding me. There's more voices in my head than before. Whatever Foster did to me, it's made me worse.

What are you bitchin' about?!

I've been here the whole time.

Excuse me...

Go away!

You go away.

E-Excuse me...

WHAT?!                                                          WHAT?

Why are we yelling?

For that matter who are you?

There's two of us idiot.

Which one are ya talking to?

I'm not an idiot. And what do you mean there are two of you?

Yep, we got a brain dead one here!

Stop saying that!

My head...My head is louder than it should be. Just writing this entry is a pain. There isn't enough room in my brain to manage the intricate workings needed to hold a pen. The voices are louder. How can they be louder? One was already too much and now I hear another one. On top of the others, chattering on and on about every idea, every fear, every possible opinion like it's a senate. Oh, someone put an end to this madness please.

Adagio said Dr. Foster had me. But it was August when I blacked out. It's now September. Arwen is older, had some surgery on her head, and is sporting a hot pink wig. She seems to have healed with the time off. She didn't try to bite or hurt me, just gave me a big hug. I don't know if it's honest or not, but it's better than her treating me like the devil.

Adagio's stayed much the same, evading answers to important questions. Donatien's grown. He's much more vocal and heavy, even became something of a fussy child when it came to being held or not.

She went on about that picture though.

Stop it! That's embarrassing!

Please, can both of you shut up?! I mean, me...no, God I can't even tell anymore. I'm trying to get back to some sense of normalcy in my life, but everywhere I go people stare at me like I'm a ghost. I don't know how long I've been gone because everyone has a different scope of time. I feel even worse when I can't explain my disappearance. I was talking to a supplier in Japan one day and woke up in my bed the next day.

The doctor had me..umm us?

Come again?

I was with Dr. Foster. Don't you remember?

No I wasn't.

Yes. I'm certain of it.

Why didn't you, I mean, I try to leave?

Why would I leave?

You're asking why?

Oh Christ this one IS dumb.

Dumber than the door she hit on the way out.

I didn't hit a door!

This needs to stop. My head is killing me.

Adagio's gift might not be enough to calm this. I can't even sense it anymore.

The tree?

Yes.

Where's it gone?

On the other side of the wall.

Wall?

Yep. A huge ass wall showed up a few days ago.

Tear it down.

I don't know how.

Voice number three? Ideas? Oh great, now I'm conversing with myself.

You mean me?

How do we have such an idiot in our head?

Stop saying that about me!

I need to find my family.

I need to get my life back.

I need... aspirin. Tons of it. This argument in my head has gone on long enough.

Some parts of my life are for the better while others I can't really tell if they are up, down, or sideways. But I have responsibilities and right now it not a time to be arguing with myself.