Interlude One :
Inside the mind of a genius/switching POV
I can feel the darkness around me, it's presence almost tangible. Somewhere evil lurks in the blackness that enshrouds me, something that causes me to feel something I haven't felt in a long time: hate.
I hate the darkness that encroaches even when my eyes are closed. I hate this creature that circles insistently, as if I were its prey. I hate the fact that I'm trapped, and I can't move my arms to try to break my bindings. Worse of all, I hate knowing that it's real.
When Matt and I were looking in that bedroom, I began to feel a chill. To ward it off, I started talking about anything, just to fill the void that I could feel creeping up on me. My body turned to ice when I realized that I had told him about going out with Davis. I know it's a lie, and so does my best friend, but the pain on Matt's face was too real.
I hurt him, and I hate myself for that, too. It's not fair. My life has been really great lately. Davis and I are closer than ever, now that he's finally fallen in love and given up on the crush he once had on me. Matt kept looking wistful and happy when we met, more specifically when he realized that I was there.
And I screwed that up by fabricating a non-existent relationship with Davis. There are days when I begin to wonder about my own mental stability.
After I told Matt that, he withdrew into himself, and I attributed the ice running through me to the pain I was causing us both. It wasn't until we stepped out of that room, and whatever protection that it offered, that I felt my body slip out of my control. It took over, this dark thing that has become a predator to me, and it ran away with my body.
Other than the hate, I feel rather numb. There's no real pain or remorse, no fear or loss from knowing I may never see my friends again. I feel nothing, and I wonder why that doesn't scare me.
Cold touches my skin, and I jerk back instinctively, recoiling into myself. The darkness laughs, drawing back. It reminds me of Owikawa, sitting in the back of the semi with those children, his cool hands reaching for the seed planted in my neck. I shiver involuntarily, remembering the evil that I fought with.
Where's Davis to pull me out? He'll come for me, if he can. I know that someone will. Maybe even Matt. If he can, I know he'll come for me. Matt or Davis. I don't know how long it will take, but someone will come for me. They are my friends.
This darkness is really starting to piss me off.