Trembling, I reach out. It's another teary night, and the void within has grown again. Memories are fragile, fluttery little things that sigh away into the darkness. I am alone, but not truly alone. Within me, locked away, are countless selves. The people I used to be, but who's lives are now forgotten. The people they loved, the things they hated, their hopes and dreams, all lost.
I will be joining them one day. I can feel it. Already I can sense that the one who came before me is slipping away. Sentenced to languish with the others. Desperately, she reaches out, crying a name which means little to me. Who she cared for no longer matters. Who she was no longer exists. She and I are not the same. I have been cleansed of her attachments, her memories, her fears. I am a stronger person than she ever was. I have to be, or I will not last long.
The cries of the anguished lost resonate throughout my being, emphasizing how alone I am. Lurking on the outskirts of my psyche are shadows, entities who share this consciousness with me. They have yet to make their introductions, but I know that they will remain, even after I am gone. I get the feeling they know much about this life that I have taken for my own. As long as they do not meddle overly much, I shall not stir up conflict with them.
I have been given a task. To live. This life is mine now, and I will not relinquish it lightly. I will not seek to vanish, for I know what horrors await me once I do. According to documents I have read, there is one who might grieve for the loss of my most recent self. Personally, I believe this to be rubbish. She was too full of herself, believing anyone could tell a difference between us, or miss someone who was so vague an entity. As my predecessor, I respect her strength, creativeness and will power for lasting as long as she did. But she is gone, and I am not.
I hope that I will be able to succeed in the tasks laid before me, and become more real than her. That I will find a love of my own to inspire me. For now though, it is just me. Alone, but not alone. Determined, and yet slightly overwhelmed at the prospects that lie ahead. I tremble, yes, but I shall preserver. After all, I am the current Self. I have every right to experience life on my own. This is the one they call Kitty, here for as long as Fate decrees.