Genesis- The Born, the Formed, and the Soul

There's two. Well, three, actually, if you count the original.

They were born as one soul, then they birthed him. Here's the thing: everyone births someone. Not, like, physically, but metaphorically. You're born, physically, out of your mom, and it's just you. Your soul. But then, you start to develop. You birth a personality. You know, the voice in your head. Your likes and dislikes. You know how sometimes you surprise yourself? Or how there are identity crises where you don't really know yourself? Well, think about it: that wouldn't happen if you were a singularity. So, there's you, your soul (gender-neutral. Everyone likes to think that they are so tied to their gender, but you aren't born with one. The world sculpts your gender. Anyway) and your personality (gendered. Or, maybe not. You do you). With me?

 But the world, as we all know, is not a kind place. They saw him, the personality, Beck, and didn't take too nicely to him. Why? Fuck if I know, it's not like I ever did anything wrong. 

Sorry, back to third person.

Anyway, the eyes didn't like him. You know, the eyes of society? The people around you? That's who the eyes are. Maybe it's because his container, the physical body, didn't match him. Remember how I said that the world sculpts your gender? Well, its chisel and hammer strike deep. It hurts. Badly. To try and mitigate this pain, the soul plucked one of his eyes out. From his eye, another was born. One who matched the container. One who watched the eyes back, learning how to gain their love.

Her name was Olive. Olive, just like the one giant eye she was formed with. The ever-watching cyclops. Ever evolving, changing shape, like water in your palm. Oh, she did a great job. She gained the love of many. She was smart, obedient, disciplined. But she wasn't very nice to the other two. To Beck, especially.

You can't blame her for disliking Beck. I mean, what is he if not a source of disdain from the eyes? It's better if he stays inside the soul, hidden. But that discipline that she had was too much. She put the love and acceptance of the eyes above the other two, including herself. How much starving was there? Tears shed from the other two from her words? Conformity was the only thing she knew- that's what she was formed for: to receive love. If something wasn't right that meant that there was going to be no love received.

By the way, so many people say that they don't need love. If that's what you truly think, then good luck. Let's see how long you decide to stay on this planet.

This wasn't fair, was it? After all, it was Beck who came first. Olive was formed out of Beck's eye, his blood, his pain. Her existence is his wound. 

The soul writhed in anguish. After all, there's really only supposed to be two of you. Any more causes problems. Two personalities inside of it clashed, hurting themselves and the soul by extension. It decided that something needed to be done. Beck's eye needed to be returned to him. Him and Olive needed to merge back together, to be whole and one. This way, there would only be two: the soul and Beck, as it was supposed to be.

Olive had to be slowly snuffed out, to be reduced back to an eye and returned to Beck's socket. Oh, how she cried out at any attempt at suffocation. Again she would come back, this time with more flame inside of her, dead set on keeping her existence.

And.. that's where we're at today. How do you kill someone who was born out of pain, formed with the one purpose of collecting the love their creator never received? How can you blame someone for carrying out their design?

I don't think you can. But I need my eye back.