Yeah, I’m still revising. Sorry for being a broken record. I’ve come to a significant character arc in the story, and staying in this character’s head isn’t easy. She’s more different from me than most any of my others, mostly because she has a trusting naivite I have a hard time wrapping my brain around. So, I’m going to let her explain it herself.
Ronnie
We come into this world without expectation. Whether we’re born or created from the ether, we start as a fresh slate. We have to learn, grow, change, adapt, and figure out who we are.
We rely on the people around us, at least in some part, to figure out how to go about life. Our parents, our gods, our mentors, our friends, lovers, and acquaintences. We draw from their experience to build our own.
So what happens when none of them are honest with us? I’m not talking about simple things like ‘Mommy told me Santa was real. She lied.’ I’m talking about things that shake the very core of our foundation. For instance, finding out you’re made of recycled angel parts.
What’s worse is, once you know everyone has lied to you, how do you know who’s stopped? The friend who hasn’t forgotten you in over four millenia. Has he come completely clean now? The poor replica of who you used to be, the woman who hisses everytime she sees you. Is she spilling it all?
The man who said he wanted you by his side for the rest of eternity. When he says “I need to tell you the truth”, is he really doing that?
I guess my concern is, with everyone lying to me, am I better off just trusting the voices in my head? At least when they speak in nonsensical metaphor, I know not to pay attention.
Ronnie was created as a holding cell for stray penumbra(shadows made of raw emotion). It’s an easy job until the shadows start whispering in her head. Everyone – her boss, the gods, the creepy guy at the diner – seems to know more about her affliction than she does and no one’s filling her in. If she takes too long to decipher the voices’ message, her descent into madness will be a one-way trip.
