074: "I Am Going To Turn You Into The Greatest Weapon The World Has Ever Seen, My Beloved Grandson."

(ENZO'S POINT OF VIEW)

Antipsychotic drugs—I remember the first time I started taking them. It was a year after I was aborted by Sandrino when he realized perhaps the blood he smelled on me wasn't as normal as he thought. I started taking these pills at 16.

They kept the voice at bay; they suppressed the unyielding desire for chaos; they were the only thing that made me human and not want the entire world to bleed, but what if I threw them out?

I stepped into the bathroom, heading to the toilet with a bottle of newly supplied pills. My eyes flitted back and forth between the pills and the toilet as I stood in front of it.

Human? What was the point of trying to feel human when I wasn't? Perhaps I was supposed to be insane, to be mentally ill. Maybe if I had not been trying so hard to be something I wasn't, I could have avoided the emotions, but regret was one thing I did not do. I never look back on my decisions. But what if I did not need these pills to function as a human being?

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