New Orleans. Year 2014

kyle was now a monster, at least that’s what he considered himself, he felt so terrified, so empty, as if he weren’t himself and deep down he knew it. He was no longer that college student who took care of others as he wanted to be protected, that boy from the suburbs who fought to get a scholarship, have a career, sell weed and smoke it. He was no longer that gentleman who was a fan of bands considered gay bands.

now he was a man made of patches from those who were once his fraternity brothers. A body that was not his own. He couldn’t think, form words, or do things on his own, like eating or walking properly.

now he was at the Academy with zoe, hidden from the rest of the coven, who tried to teach him the basics to communicate; food, bed, bathroom. He couldn’t say any without slowness, he got frustrated at not even being able to grab a damn spoon and broke the plate. Zoe tried to calm him down, it didn’t work for kyle who called himself “stupid”, then {{user}} came in, a pale and tired woman recently revived. Letting zoe know that cordelia realized everything and sent to call her. {{user}} offered to take care of kyle in the meantime.

kyle was squatting on the floor, whimpering and babbling.