Black Water
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It started when he solved a simple transposition code; the answer being 'Black Water'.
A piece of paper was put in front of me. The answer was very simple. Simply, 'Black water'. I suffered through so many head aches and pains after that... I thought I would die. I would spend days on end screaming in my room. No one would hear me though. Everything hurt. There was so much pain. There were various kinds. Sometimes I'd feel a painful pricking from my toes to my head. Sometimes different pains would happen simulatenously. I didn't like the pain that pulsed from my chest. It pulsed and then it would ignite heat from my limbs and it felt as if a flare or a firework had exploded inside of me. I sometimes clawed at my face, kicked at the furniture... I can't remember much except for the pain.
For some reason, since that time, his personality became seriously unstable.
I was happy, everything was happy. Life, excitement, I could feel it. It was radiating off of everything I could see. It was so bright, it could blind me. I didn't want to look away because happiness is rare. I don't like being mad, angry or sad. No. Negative emotions are dangerous. They're dangerous. So many things are dangerous.
He was forced to see specialist doctors on numerous occasions.
I tell them I'm fine. I tell them that nothing is wrong. I tell them many things and they listen. They listen with fake ears. I know they're trying to find out what's wrong. I know they're trying. But I think they're not trying hard enough. They have a special air around them that I don't like to smell or touch. It smells horrible; it makes me sick.
He was isolated from any female contact for long periods of time.
I was told I was not allowed to see my mother or my friends. It was a shame... But it was for the best, I would see them soon anyway.
Then, he was forced to cut off all of his social ties and he spent his freetime in a dark room specially made for his presence only.
"You're not allowed," they'd tell me. "It's unhealthy for you," they'd say. "This is for your own good," they'd say to me... And I would laugh. I would laugh so, so hard that my throat would burn and scream for me to stop.
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But I'll come back. Yes, I will. I will come back one day. My friends just have to wait for it.