"Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey 'people.' People say different things: so do instincts. Our instincts are at war.... Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of the rest...."-C. S. Lewis
J watched the bluish tinted glass fall from her fingertips and plummet toward its destruction on the tiled floor below. It was like the culmination of the events of the last week. The glass shattered on the floor below, shards and liquid flying everywhere. J didn�t even blink as the catastrophe occurred. One grows accustomed to the constant entropy of the universe always going towards disorder. K was tired of the threats and the fights. She wanted only silence, sweet silence. Her mother-being would not grant her that, however, interrogating and attacking as usual. J decided it was best not to fight�her internal self was also under attack. There was the usual civil war pitting Prominence against Secret, but something else had invaded. Something foreign. Something that had stopped the spinning of the little girl and quelled her laughter. So while the mother-being attacked, fangs bared, the father-being looked the other way, and the virus attacked from within, crippling J from all sides.
Now she watched the glass shatter at her feet, helpless for of the only times of her life. The glass, much like the glue that held her together, that had kept her fighting, had shattered.
�Cause I threw you the obvious. To see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel. The eyes of a tragedy. Oh well. Oh well. Apparently nothing. Apparently nothing at all. You don�t, you don�t, you don�t see me.�
~3 Libras
What was happening behind the eyes of J?
Secret could feel the walls start to shake and bits from the ceiling fell all around her. Prominence burst through the door screaming, �Freak! What are you doing now?�
�I�m not doing this!� Secret screamed back, clutching wildly at the wall. The opposite wall fell, almost crushing Prominence. Locusts flew into the room. Prominence ran to Secret through the chaos screaming.
�What is going on?� she cried.
�How would I know?� Secret closed her eyes, hiding her head. The locusts disappeared from her vision, which was good enough for her.
�I think J is under attack. She, we, are falling apart!� Secret yelled over the noise.
�What kind of attack?� Prominence asked.
�I don�t know, but it�s bad. Some kind of poison is weakening her from inside and something is attacking from outside.�
�What do we do?� Prominence pleaded.
�I don�t know,� Secret cried, �I never handled any of this before! That�s your job!�
�Oh my God! We�re falling apart! Where�s Hope?�
The little girl no longer danced on the emerald grass. Instead she lay still on it, sick, dying, while a thunderstorm raged overhead.
