Zoe Yamada
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“You’ll feel a bit queasy for a few hours but, that will eventually go away.” The nurses cheerful voice shrouded the uneasiness. “You should get some more rest.”
With a heavy sigh Zoe leaned back into the bed. Staring up to the sterile white ceiling that made up the room. The past several days had been a complete blur. She remembered flashes of what had transpired. Waiting as the nurse finished her routine. Zoe remained transfixed to the ceiling.
For the first time in what felt like many months, she was truly alone. The coldness of the room sinking into her very core. She knew that there would be no more mental intrusions. The nuisance of Hiromi was no more. Zoe had made sure in dealing with that problem quite severely.
Knowing that her child was on his way, there would be no other choice in dealing with Hiromi. She feared in that the other her would take Matt, raising him in a way that truly frightened her. The past few months Zoe observed Hiromi. With each time that she would take over her body, Zoe plotted a way to rid herself of the diseased portion.
She had wanted to hug Jerry. To feel his embrace one more time. To completely remove her, Zoe needed a drastic move. Using her skills as a blood mage she had purged the areas of her own brain. Springing hundreds of tiny aneurysms all at once. It was only Zoe’s fierce determination to Jerry and Matt that kept her alive. Clinging onto the tiniest shred of life that anchored her. That determination held back Gaia in repairing the damage.
Turning over onto her side Zoe stared off into space. Her eyes welling up with long held back tears as she knew her sacrifice was for Matt and Jerry. Now she carried the burden of knowing her full self. A patchwork of memories that are not her own. Memories of a woman that tore everything she had known, only to have the curtain pulled away revealing the truth.
It was probably Hiromi’s last act of defiance. Her version of getting that last word in that caused so much pain. Zoe couldn’t look at herself anymore in the mirror. The hatred for Hiromi only brought up more memories that had been locked away. Memories of everything Hiromi had done. Memories of the other women that the Illuminati patched together in a collage of mash that at the time, Zoe believed every lie. Everything from the heart condition to her true father. The father that had experimented on his own daughter. Twisting her mind to become the grotesque monster Hiromi. The same father Zoe watched die painfully by her own hands. Only her hands were being puppeted by Hiromi.
Anger, regret, sadness pushed her deep into a dark depression. Every day Zoe would stare off into nothing. Occasionally caressing her stomach. Every day she would cry herself to sleep as more memories would bubble up to the surface. Knowing that her son would enjoy a life that would be somewhat normal. The doctors and nurses would do their best in making her comfortable. She could see it in their eyes. She was a monster. A frankenstein. A patchwork of nothing.
With a heavy sigh Zoe leaned back into the bed. Staring up to the sterile white ceiling that made up the room. The past several days had been a complete blur. She remembered flashes of what had transpired. Waiting as the nurse finished her routine. Zoe remained transfixed to the ceiling.
For the first time in what felt like many months, she was truly alone. The coldness of the room sinking into her very core. She knew that there would be no more mental intrusions. The nuisance of Hiromi was no more. Zoe had made sure in dealing with that problem quite severely.
Knowing that her child was on his way, there would be no other choice in dealing with Hiromi. She feared in that the other her would take Matt, raising him in a way that truly frightened her. The past few months Zoe observed Hiromi. With each time that she would take over her body, Zoe plotted a way to rid herself of the diseased portion.
She had wanted to hug Jerry. To feel his embrace one more time. To completely remove her, Zoe needed a drastic move. Using her skills as a blood mage she had purged the areas of her own brain. Springing hundreds of tiny aneurysms all at once. It was only Zoe’s fierce determination to Jerry and Matt that kept her alive. Clinging onto the tiniest shred of life that anchored her. That determination held back Gaia in repairing the damage.
Turning over onto her side Zoe stared off into space. Her eyes welling up with long held back tears as she knew her sacrifice was for Matt and Jerry. Now she carried the burden of knowing her full self. A patchwork of memories that are not her own. Memories of a woman that tore everything she had known, only to have the curtain pulled away revealing the truth.
It was probably Hiromi’s last act of defiance. Her version of getting that last word in that caused so much pain. Zoe couldn’t look at herself anymore in the mirror. The hatred for Hiromi only brought up more memories that had been locked away. Memories of everything Hiromi had done. Memories of the other women that the Illuminati patched together in a collage of mash that at the time, Zoe believed every lie. Everything from the heart condition to her true father. The father that had experimented on his own daughter. Twisting her mind to become the grotesque monster Hiromi. The same father Zoe watched die painfully by her own hands. Only her hands were being puppeted by Hiromi.
Anger, regret, sadness pushed her deep into a dark depression. Every day Zoe would stare off into nothing. Occasionally caressing her stomach. Every day she would cry herself to sleep as more memories would bubble up to the surface. Knowing that her son would enjoy a life that would be somewhat normal. The doctors and nurses would do their best in making her comfortable. She could see it in their eyes. She was a monster. A frankenstein. A patchwork of nothing.
