"Tsk. At least be happy people actually talk to you…"
The voice came from Damon's side again—Back-to-Back.
Damon didn't react. It wasn't actually back-to-back. Just another figment of his unraveling mind.
His insanity was at Level 2 now. He used to ignore these hallucinations. Now? He talked back to them. Argued. Fought. Fully aware it was all in his head.
"Screw off," he muttered.
Evangeline approached, biting her lips as she looked at him.
'Seriously, Evangeline… what do you want?'
Damon wondered, but didn't say it aloud.
"He's grown. Wasn't this the girl he used to tell to screw off?" came Carmen Vale's voice, off to the side, sitting on nothing, sipping tea from a cup that probably didn't exist.
Or at least, Damon hoped it was tea.
He sighed and ignored the second phantom of his madness.
"Eva… what's on your mind?"
Evangeline nodded, rubbing her palms together—a small habit reacting to the bite of the cold night air.
