My eyes gleamed forward to my destiny, my everything seeming to fall out of order...out of place. Why was this happening to me? Why was I stuck between two dark places, unable to reach out and grab...
What was I extending my arms for again? Why was I moving forward? What lied ahead for me there? What would I find once my home was soon approaching? Death? More unfortunate lies? My deepest desires coming forth and mirrors reflecting that of which I was back at me?
There it was. Now in front of me. The obandoned asylum. Creaking window panes and doors that didn't seem to stay closed through the frigid winter air. Cracks and creases in the side of the institution that gave no peace nor happiness. Just sadness, lonliness. My body shook, my hands shaking to the unsettling site before me...
Oh right, I can't feel...someone who's done such an awful deed certainly can't feel that of emotions...can they? My hands stopped shaking as I brought them up to eye the fingers and soft skin now covered in a red substance, damp from the liquid dripping from my phalanges to the ground below...
What did I do again?...
Ah, that's right...I killed those who had wronged me...done me some sort of harm. They would never...torture a single soul again. My eyes blinked under darkened hair that swayed in front of my pale face. The winter's breeze catching the strands and blowing them side to side. My legs inched forward as my hands fell to my ricketing hips. My feet uncooperative as they followed behind, dragging them along the dirtied trail. The clothes I wore were shaggy, baggy and...is that blood on my shirt? Yes, the memories slowly return to my mind. I notice how dead I look compared to humans...
I am human, right? Yes, or no longer since I've made myself into something of a monster...I realize this...but my mind, the voices within the deepest crevices of my skull are telling me it's alright. I've done nothing wrong...I listen to them. They are what I call truthful...sincere...trustworthy...
I've finally found myself on the porch of the asylum, the door now inches away creaking open and closed as the high pitch squeak rings in my ears. I reach back and pull the hoodie up on my jacket, closing in and walking inside. The floors beneath me as well ring something fierce as each step seems to laugh with excitement at my entering. My lips curl into something of a smile at this...
"Squeeeeeak"
"Sqeeeeeeak"
I wander on as the sounds continue to radiate throughout the hospital, the wind blowing my hair that dangles, but with the hoodie it can not catch every strand. I let out a low chuckled at this.
'They don't have the great opportunity to feel...they never will...with my hood up and over my head...they'll never sing...' Controlling life, controlling things, controlling something. That was what I wanted to feel. The feeling of power, being able to move someone on my own will other then them moving me...they moved me...quite often...always laughing at my appearence, my physique... "THEY DON'T KNOW YOU JEFF!" I suddenly hollered, my face curling into a frown, then my lips fixing back into an unsettling smile. One that turned...everyone...away.
So onward on my journey, though didn't last as I paused realizing I was completely alone. No, the walls and doors kept me company. And the holes in the wood made sweet little whistling noises as if they were talking to me. Keeping me at bay. How I enjoy the little..."What was that noise?" I whisper, turning my head and then back forward once more. "It's coming...from that room..." Slowly I reach into my pocket. The feel of a handle brushes against my fingers as I bring it forth to lay in my palm. A butchers knife...the sight is splendid, magnificent. Red stained the blade. Blood dried on the tip. "Time to...go to sleeeeeeep." He whispered, coming upon the door with knife ready, opening the frame with no hesitation as light noises of shuffling came from inside. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh." I chuckled as what little light came forth from behind me and shined light in the room. A static noise sounded as I clutched my knife in my hand and my eyebrows frowned.
"You've...come..." A voice sounded, freaked I stepped back. My home had...visitors?
