Caution: This chapter may contain sensitive material. Proceed with Caution.
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Whenever I hear songs from the late 2000s or the early 2010s, I feel oddly nostalgic despite never fully experiencing these moments.
Yep, I hit a blunt again. Today I learnt I can actually gain "memories" from my older siblings simply by sharing the same vessel. These are not actually my memories, rather they actually belong to Black, White, and Grey, yet I can "relive" them. It's like watching a mind movie but in 8K and you can feel the motions.
It's probably why I feel so strong whenever I hear "Ghetsis", "Team Plasma", "2007", "Zinzolin", and "Colress". All of this depends on context, but I could still have some sort or reaction, just on a smaller scale.
Before these memories got shared to me like a cloud service, I was not evoked any emotions or memories at all when hearing these. Ever since I've gain them though, I feel intense hatred and anger despite not having any memories associated.
I shake as if I was enraged by this suppressed memories that was not meant to come back. My mind is filled with this seething rage I cannot explain in words. It becomes blank for a moment.
If we were not intervened, this would progressively get worse. Then the pounding words flood my mind: "liberation", "fusion", "black", "white", "truth", "ideals", "fusion", fusion, fusion, fusion, fusion, fusion.....
Perfection
These words, memories, faces, everything, they started to distort. Everyone starts to look like this "Ghetsis", I just can't help but feel this fury for this one person. Even the noises change, everyone start having this raspy, controlling voice along with this pounding sound from my head.
I start to sweat uncontrollably as my chest closes in on myself. I start feeling weak as I hyperventilate. I feel like throwing up yet I feel like I'm choking. Everything starts to close in on me.
It hurts so much. A pain I just inherited because I share the same vessel as my siblings. It was all suppressed anger that was never fully let out. They were all angry for different reasons.
Grey was furious with themselves for getting manipulated into thinking it was a good idea to go with Zinzolin.
Black was infuriated because nobody would forgive them they had little to no control over.
White was simply seeking vengeance for their siblings.
I would feel a stream of tears come down my cheeks as it kept continuing. I feel the need to cover my face in shame, I feel the need to punch myself. I feel the need to dig my fingers into my skin until I bleed. I start having compulsions to pull my hair out. I feel like everything around me is falling down.
Remember that one chapter?
We had to oversimplify the experience for a reason. We also had to cut out this part of Kyurem's meltdown. They went to the point where they were scratching themselves. Not to mention, the amount of hair pulled.
Sometimes, we may faint because we weren't stopped. Most of the time, we'll end up looking like someone having a meltdown. We'll start refusing any sort of help, curling up into a fetal position, repeating "go away", "don't leave", or "get out". It's a huge mess.
If handled improperly, we'll start whimpering and cry ourselves to sleep. If handled right, we'll simply be silent for the rest of the day out of shame and sleep once we reach our beds. In most cases, someone, usually Gyeoul or the other two dragons, would be able to stop us once we start crying. It's rare for the last stage to happen, but it could. In fact, something similar happened when Black went home after the event in 2007.
Hoesage, or well, Kyurem, just ran away to our home. They just hid in their room, sobbing uncontrollably on their bed. Kyurem just cried there for at least 3 hours straight until Gyeoul was able to come home.
Gyeoul's plane finally landed after a few hours of that incident happening. Hoesage got the text and went on their way. They knew in their current state, they may draw a crowd. To blend in more, Hoesaeg, despite knowing how fucked up their mental state is, went as Geom-eun.
Gyeoul was safely picked up from the airport however, not much occurred afterwards. It was an awkward dinner once they came back. To hide what just happened to them, Geom-eun went on with their evening routine.
Afterwards, Geom-eun just laid on their bed as a thunderstorm occurred outside. They felt numb, attempting to digest what happened. Slowly, their eyes felt heavy and they fell asleep.
The dream was void. It was all thoughts my sister had that day. A full recollection of what became of them. It wasn't long before Black started to cry in their sleep. Through sleep-talking, Black begged for forgiveness.
On that day, they all received a grim reminder: watch who you trust. They would never view Zinzolin the same again. A "friend" was let go. Every human and Pokémon was going to go after them. For a while, they disappeared from the face of the world.
Oh wow. I'm really am [REDACTED]'s descendent. I go on long rants about something most of you beings wouldn't care about. Strange. There always seems to be a trace of them in most, if not, all of us.
What a horrid memory to revisit. I cannot fathom how were they fine with this for over ten years.
Well, here we are. If you ever experienced anything that could be considered traumatic, please seek help as soon as possible. It's for the best of you. That's what matters the most for you.