Fear Factor

by bookspazz55

I can feel him, feel the encroaching darkness that is the 14th. Pushing and pulling at my brain, body, and soul. Trying to take over, to push me out and erase everything that is me. Inspired by the song Control by Halsey.

They should be scared. They are scared. But they're also angry,and even though I understand, it still hurts. And the only thing I can think about, is why me? What did I do to deserve this. When I've only ever pledged to help tortured souls. To fight and help save the world from the Noah and the Akuma and the Earl. To fight the dangerous enemy.

But now I'm the enemy.

Or I will be. I can feel him, feel the encroaching darkness that is the 14th. Pushing and pulling at my brain, body, and soul. Trying to take over, to push me out and erase everything that is me.

I feel cold. Colder than the people or the empty long hallways. They used to look at me with warmth and appreciation, now all I can see is the fear of death and anger of betrayal. They don't see the exorcist anymore. All they see is a ticking time bomb, that when it blows, will unleash a massacre. And I'm starting to see it too.

I can feel the Noah's hatred rising to levels I can't ignore. Fell the blackest parts of me that I try to keep hidden rising and pulsing. Feel his memories taking over my own. I thought I could fight this, fight him. But now I don't even know who is in control of my own body.

All I can do is sit in my bed and cry through the night and morning, knowing something is coming for me. Pace in my room for hours, starving, but too scared to go to the cafeteria. Jumping at even a hint of a sound. Or walk the dark groaning hallways, hearing my footsteps echo emptily and praying not to pass by anyone and hear the whispers.

(The whispers, the whispers, the whispers.)

I've broken all my mirrors, and anything with a reflective surface has long since been gotten rid of. Every time I see it-himhimhim- I break a little more. The Shadow. The ever hovering black figure that stares over my shoulder with its empty white eyes and insane cheshire smile.

I can't let them see how broken I'm becoming. If they see, if they find out how unstable I am now, how diseased my brain is, they'll kill me. Everything feels so small that I can't breathe, but at the same time so large that I feel the emptiness itself will suffocate me.