-1Oh dear, sweet reviewers, please feel free to hit me over the head with a greased frying pan. I meant to update this sooner - really. Honestly. Don't look at me like that.
Hidden message? Probably. Does it make sense? Probably not.
On that note, sorry for the lack of capitalizations. I understand that it was probably…annoying. Finally got a new keyboard. Yay. Now if only we could reach a negotiation about this ol' computer…
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'Ryou.'
He's calling me - again. For the past few days, I have carefully planned my schedule, not allowing even a moment's free time, only sleeping when I am about to fall over so I don't lie in bed and think. I do not want to talk to him again - ever. Not after…
…suck in breath I can't breathe where's the oxygen gone is that glass breaking my skin -
But I'm not thinking about that.
'Yes you are.'
God! I wish he would stop talking to me!
'Quit clutching your head and look in the mirror.'
I'm afraid to. What if I don't see me? What if I see him? Oozing through my pores and taking control of my body…forever. What would happen to me? Would I stay locked up in that tiny room in my mind where I cannot breathe and it smells like burning hair? Where the walls feel like broken glass?
'Stop asking stupid questions and look in the mirror.'
I'm not asking him, though. I'm just…thinking. Is thinking such a crime? That thought gives me a sudden spoonful of courage, which I quickly seize before I am forced to continue living like an abused dog.
"No."
My voice is raspy and surprises me. I haven't been out of the house ever since I found out about…him. I've had no reason to use it.
And just as quickly as it came, my courage is gone.
'Damnit Ryou, look in the mirror!'
There are not many options for me at this point. Either I look in the mirror and satisfy this insane voice's wants, or I face the consequences. I am especially afraid of him - he's in my mind. Where I am most vulnerable. He knows my thoughts, so he must know my fears and weaknesses. It is very different from your typical school bully.
I look in the mirror.
And I cannot help but utter a cry and squeeze my eyes shut at what I see looking back at me.
That is not my reflection.
Is that what he looked like? From his quick glance at his supposed reflection, he supposed they looked the same. Same color hair, eyes, and skin. But that's where the similarities stopped. He had a sadistic glint in his eyes, in which Ryou could not relate to at all. His hair seemed to have a callous mind of its own, not the downy soft stuff that sat upon Ryou's head. Even his smile was not a smile, but a mouth twisted upwards into an insane smirk.
And worst of all, he was under his skin. In his mind. Even on his face, apparently. He clutched at his head again, tightly holding onto locks of white hair. Nonono. That was not the thing that was taking over his body when he stopped to linger. That was it - he just wouldn't stop to relax anymore. He would work and he would occupy himself with various tasks. That has kept the voice at bay before, so why not now?
'You cannot run away Ryou…I'm in your mind, remember…?'
He wanted to die.
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Yes, I realize I do switch point of views without warning in the middle. -shrug- Sorry 'bout that less-than-professionalism…thing. Reviews loved.
