AN: Yes I know this is a very weird story. And it definitely gets weirder.
This chapter isn't really as dark as the last one. It just has the
thoughts of the character that is semi-possessed or whatever you want to
call it. I have one more chapter that is already typed up and I will start
writing a new one once I get some more reviews. And I promise to work on
Caving In that one is just a little harder to write. Plus I am busy with
school, before this I was writing out every vocabulary word I have for
French 3 times then translating it not so fun with like 50 words. And
thank you all who reviewed! Sorry about driving a few of you insane...er.
I'm okay; I am okay. I'm back in control now. "Dinner!" Shit! That scared the hell out of me. I'm fine. Just go down and act normally. No one will notice a thing. But what if they do? How do I act anyways? What does normal mean? Normal for me certainly isn't psychotic voices in my head. At least I don't think it is. Depends on what normal means. Maybe I should look it up in a dictionary. Where is our dictionary? Do we even have one? We really should get one if we don't. What if I wanted to look up the word schlep, I wouldn't be able to. Not that schlepping and normalcy have anything to do with each other. Well I suppose they could since I don't know what either one means. But normal definitely isn't that voice. I have so lost it. "Are you coming?" Damn, I hope she hasn't been there long. Not that she could read my mind. Unless I was talking out loud.I don't think I was. Maybe. What if I have been rambling all this out loud? That could be really embarrassing. She would probably think I'm crazy, not that she'd be too far off. It doesn't look like she noticed. I shouldn't be surprised they never notice anything about me. Nope, I'm just a wall in the house. Actually being a wall in the house could be interesting. I would hear everyone's secrets and stuff. But I think it would get boring after a while. Poor walls. Just sit there all day, nothing to do, and nowhere to go. Sort of like me, maybe I really am a wall. I am really going to start being nicer to mine, stop kicking and stuff. Oh she is staring at me again. What did she ask? Backtrack. Walls...talking out loud..."are you coming"...normal...oops I passed it.
"Yeah be right there." Right there. Yeah I can do that. Walk down, eat quickly, and leave. Simple. What could go wrong? A lot. Jeez I am so pessimistic, nothing will go wrong. Stick to the plan. Quickly eat a leaf while walking, or is it leaving down, eat walkers? Fuck. Okay I made it to the kitchen. I don't really remember how I got here but that doesn't matter. Why should it matter? I guess it would matter if I floated or something. That would be weird. Plus I would be sad because I wouldn't remember floating. Floating would probably be fun. Maybe I will float one day. I guess when I'm dead. Which could be sooner than I think. Whatever, they didn't notice. Do I usually sit here? What if I don't and I piss someone off. I don't think I could handle someone yelling at me right now. I wonder what it is about loud voices that bother people? Oh well, they haven't said anything so I guess it's ok. Oh good soup. Fork or spoon.hmmm. If I use a fork I don't get any of the soupy part, but if I use a spoon I can't catch the noodles. Damn I wish we had sporks. That is a fun word. I wonder why they chose spork and not foon. Foon could work too. I am eating with a spork; I am eating with a foon. I think I like spork better. People might think you were saying buffoon. Then things would get confusing. Getting side tracked again. Okay, my right hand seems to think fork. So we go with that. Wait, what the hell? I am not telling my arm to do that. "Aaaaaaa!" There is a fork sticking out of my finger. A fucking fork! Shit, that really hurts. Everyone is looking at me now. Staring. Like I am some polka dotted monster that appeared out of nowhere. It wasn't me! It was the insane person that has decided to inhabit my body. I have a feeling it isn't a polka dotted monster. Maybe plaid but definitely not polka dots. I can't tell them that though. Wow, that is a lot of blood. I wouldn't think so much blood could come out of such a small finger. It's kind of beautiful really. The way it cascades down my finger. It has this really snazzy design too. Like art. I would name it if only we had sporks. Then I'd sell it for lots and lots of money. Or maybe I'd give it away for free I guess it depends. Whoa, it is spurting out blood now...creepy. Damn, I just remembered, I don't like blood.
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I'm okay; I am okay. I'm back in control now. "Dinner!" Shit! That scared the hell out of me. I'm fine. Just go down and act normally. No one will notice a thing. But what if they do? How do I act anyways? What does normal mean? Normal for me certainly isn't psychotic voices in my head. At least I don't think it is. Depends on what normal means. Maybe I should look it up in a dictionary. Where is our dictionary? Do we even have one? We really should get one if we don't. What if I wanted to look up the word schlep, I wouldn't be able to. Not that schlepping and normalcy have anything to do with each other. Well I suppose they could since I don't know what either one means. But normal definitely isn't that voice. I have so lost it. "Are you coming?" Damn, I hope she hasn't been there long. Not that she could read my mind. Unless I was talking out loud.I don't think I was. Maybe. What if I have been rambling all this out loud? That could be really embarrassing. She would probably think I'm crazy, not that she'd be too far off. It doesn't look like she noticed. I shouldn't be surprised they never notice anything about me. Nope, I'm just a wall in the house. Actually being a wall in the house could be interesting. I would hear everyone's secrets and stuff. But I think it would get boring after a while. Poor walls. Just sit there all day, nothing to do, and nowhere to go. Sort of like me, maybe I really am a wall. I am really going to start being nicer to mine, stop kicking and stuff. Oh she is staring at me again. What did she ask? Backtrack. Walls...talking out loud..."are you coming"...normal...oops I passed it.
"Yeah be right there." Right there. Yeah I can do that. Walk down, eat quickly, and leave. Simple. What could go wrong? A lot. Jeez I am so pessimistic, nothing will go wrong. Stick to the plan. Quickly eat a leaf while walking, or is it leaving down, eat walkers? Fuck. Okay I made it to the kitchen. I don't really remember how I got here but that doesn't matter. Why should it matter? I guess it would matter if I floated or something. That would be weird. Plus I would be sad because I wouldn't remember floating. Floating would probably be fun. Maybe I will float one day. I guess when I'm dead. Which could be sooner than I think. Whatever, they didn't notice. Do I usually sit here? What if I don't and I piss someone off. I don't think I could handle someone yelling at me right now. I wonder what it is about loud voices that bother people? Oh well, they haven't said anything so I guess it's ok. Oh good soup. Fork or spoon.hmmm. If I use a fork I don't get any of the soupy part, but if I use a spoon I can't catch the noodles. Damn I wish we had sporks. That is a fun word. I wonder why they chose spork and not foon. Foon could work too. I am eating with a spork; I am eating with a foon. I think I like spork better. People might think you were saying buffoon. Then things would get confusing. Getting side tracked again. Okay, my right hand seems to think fork. So we go with that. Wait, what the hell? I am not telling my arm to do that. "Aaaaaaa!" There is a fork sticking out of my finger. A fucking fork! Shit, that really hurts. Everyone is looking at me now. Staring. Like I am some polka dotted monster that appeared out of nowhere. It wasn't me! It was the insane person that has decided to inhabit my body. I have a feeling it isn't a polka dotted monster. Maybe plaid but definitely not polka dots. I can't tell them that though. Wow, that is a lot of blood. I wouldn't think so much blood could come out of such a small finger. It's kind of beautiful really. The way it cascades down my finger. It has this really snazzy design too. Like art. I would name it if only we had sporks. Then I'd sell it for lots and lots of money. Or maybe I'd give it away for free I guess it depends. Whoa, it is spurting out blood now...creepy. Damn, I just remembered, I don't like blood.
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