Whilst raking the leaves my MP3 decided to kill me with SH4 music even though it was set to random. Considering I'm crawling my way back into writing the novelization, I guess that's a good thing. This one came to mind while listening to the track that was called, you guessed it, "Confinement."
Insanity is fun.
Confinement
How have I been held captive?
Let me count the days.
I don't think I'm insane. Not yet. But living in a Hitchcock movie, how could I not be? Jokes over everyone, please let down the walls of the set. Movie's been shot, they're releasing it to theaters now, didn't you notice? I can see my neighbors on the other side of the building, but they can't see me. That's the plot. We've scripted it out and filmed it. Four days. Five days. Days. I don't remember anymore. They don't remember either. None of the neighbors. That's okay. I can let them. It's just me in here.
I can't move around, no. No breaking of windows, that didn't work. They won't even open. Have they been nailed shut from the outside? But I'm on the third floor. Look down. Doesn't look like the third floor. Feels like the first. Feels like freedom. Look down again. Feels like the eightieth. I'm never going to get out of here.
A spider. To keep me company. Are you trapped like me? Answer. Please answer. Why aren't you answering?
No, you're just a spider, you can't talk.
So answer me. I've given you plenty of time.
If my press my ear against the wall of her room next door I can hear a heart beat. I can feel the heat of her room pulsating into mine. My room is cold. Hers isn't. What season is it? There's no snow outside. It must be winter. It's cold in here. Better tell the super. Can't tell the super. Nobody can hear me. Nobody notices me. Poor me, poor little me, never noticed. That's okay. I like the backgrounds. It's what I hang upon my walls. Backgrounds. I took these pictures once. But not now. There's no time for that now.
There's no time for time here. Time? No time. Must sleep.
I think that there is something wrong. Why is everything so far away? I must be dead. Yes. That's it. I must be dead and not yet realize it. Okay, I accept, I'm dead. Perfect reason. Take me away, Saint Peter, I realize my folly.
Nothing. Why haven't I been taken yet?
Oh, because I'm not dead. Damn furniture. My foot hurts now.
Chains on my door. Can't even grasp them. They feel warm. And wet. Like blood. Why like blood? I don't know.
Don't go out!
-Walter
Can't go out, stupid man. Can't you see? Nobody sees, that's why. They care about their luck changing before the party. What is luck? Is that why I'm here? Then I don't have any. Luck doesn't exist. Must be fate. I am fated to be here. Sounds funny. I am fated to be here.
Laughing.
Then crying.
Lost my memory. Again. That's okay. I don't need it anymore. Never served me any good anyways.
Good?
Good.
A noise. What the hell was that? In the bathroom. There is a hole. There's a pipe hanging down from the hole. Maybe the hole leads to the sewers. Sure doesn't smell like it.
Am I thinking again? It's such a strange sensation. I feel like I've been in a horrible daze. Go through the hole? Of course I will. There's nothing to do here anyways. Why do I live here again?
I am fated to be here.
I think I'm insane. I've got to find help. I'm going through the hole, whether it kills me or not. Gotta compose myself. Here goes. Crawling towards the light. I pray, please don't kill me quite yet, I didn't mean it. I just want to kiss the ground again. To be normal again. To have my second chance, to have a different life, to change my luck before the party.
I want to live again.
End of the tunnel. White. Sleep. Wake up. Not in my apartment anymore.
Good.