Everything had happened so fast, I keep finding myself looking towards my side to see Abby. She is gone, and for a moment I thought they had left with her.

They had gone quiet for a moment after what had happened. They then came screaming back, upset and angry. They placed blame on everything, from myself to each other, until finally they stopped on her, the Flareon. I hear them debate in my head now, as to what to do with her.

It was at that moment that I realized that this curiosity, the Voices that had came to me before I left my home, were more than I had ever imagined. I had thought them to be infallible before, perhaps angels or gods, and ultimately powerful. Now I see, now I see that they are just a rambling group, no less confused or in control than anyone else.

During one of the blissful moments I have throughout my day, where their noise dies down and I have my head to myself, I discussed my doubts with Abba. He gave me a queer look before dismissing my doubts altogether.

"They know what they are doing Red, even if they may not seem like it. Have faith," he told me.

Faith!?! I have had nothing but faith for these beings! I have done all they ask! And yet what has it gotten me?

Now, it only gets worse. This morning they started to argue. At first they sounded curious, I heard them ask many questions. Whether they got their answers they were looking for I do not know, but it appears that they did: they turned from curious to certain as to what they wanted, although they seemed to be divided as to what that was.

I can hear the same words repeating in my mind constantly: 'Anarchy' and 'Democracy'. The words never sound pleasant, they are almost always said in anger. The Voices seem to be having a war, and their battleground is my head.

I don't know how much longer I can take this. I feel myself splitting in two. Their argument rages on in my head, and I have yet to even properly grieve the loss of my friends.

I used to think they were fun to have along, my interesting little passengers. Now I am sure that I have become possessed by something that will lead to my undoing. I can only hope that Abba is right, and I just need to keep my faith.

The hum is getting louder once again, the Voices are coming back in strength. These periods where they get quiet are nice, even if they are growing fewer and farther between. I must end this entry for now. I hope my next one will carry good news.