A Mind of its Own
Darkness...Nothing but darkness....well, except for the occasional lighting, I looked out of the window; the streetlights have gone. Which tells me the obvious...'We had a power-cut.'
I can feel a hard surface beneath me, trying hard to get my senses straight, I realised that I am lying face down, on the floor.
It was eerily quiet, no sound was heard...Except for the rain that was pouring down and hitting the windows, and the thunder as it roar angrily though the midnight sky.
I called out for my family, which only came out as a whisper...Either I'm too scared to shout or I just couldn't, just in case someone besides my family heard me.
Receiving no answer, I began to push myself off the floor, feeling a cold, wet and slimy texture... 'Must be from the last demon that we just fought...' I thought.
As I pushed myself slowly off the floor, and groggily stood up I had to re- think that last statement. 'Did we fight a demon...I can't remember...In fact I can't remember that much since I woke up.'
I felt a light throbbing at the back of my head, on the left side, raising my hand to feel how big it was. Which I regretted instantly as it bloody well did hurt...but could only feel the bump, I was thankful that it wasn't bleeding.
I once again called out to my family, waiting a few seconds, still receiving no answer, I decide to look for them upstairs, seeing as I grew up here most my life I knew where everything was at the back of my hand.
Approaching the stairs, my foot hit something hard, I begun to fall, but I managed to keep myself balanced. My heart was pounding as I kneel down and reached out to feel the object that I bumped into. The object was soaked wet, I could feel some cuts on it...Which, is then that I realised that the object that I hit was a body and the wetness was their blood...I quickly shot up and inhale deeply as my heart kept on pounding faster and faster. I didn't know what to do, didn't know who it was; but I know one thing for sure I wasn't going to join him or her anytime soon. I hear some noises...wondering, where they are coming from...I was going to head for the kitchen to find out but....
Heard the thunder and saw the flash of lighting and I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could...(tripping on a couple of them on the way) 'Sod logic for now, I'm practically shitting myself here.'
Growing up here has its advantages I know my way round here blindfolded so finding my room was easy. That's when I heard it...Heard the voice calling out to me, echoing around the room.
font color="red"Who am I?/font It called out.
"What?" I said, mostly to myself. font color= "red""Who am I?"/font I'Great riddles...I hate riddles.'font color= "red"I Who am I?
I can see you...But you can't see me...in the sense that you might think.
Who am I?
I can control how you view your life.
Who am I?
I hear your every cry, every scream, you're inner thoughts...But you can't hear me...Not unless I want you to. When you do hear me I can drive you to the brick of insanity.
Who am I?
I can create an illusion, make you think that something is there, where it's not and visa versa...Just like that knife your holding in your right hand.../font
"Knife?" I said to myself. I looked down and sure enough realised that I was indeed holding a knife...How come I didn't realise this before?
font color= "red"I Who am I?/font
The distorted voice once again spoke out to me, sending chills up my spine...font color= "red"IAny guesses yet?/font It taunted.
I looked around my room hoping with the little light that was being given from the moonlight when it had managed to steep out from the clouds.
...Nothing...
I could heart my heart beating rapidly, my breathing also became rapid, I felt the sweat rolling down my face I couldn't hold it in anymore. "WHO ARE YOU?" I screamed...
...Silence...
Once again I screamed "WHO ARE YOU?" And, once again I was met with silence...
A few moments went by when the voice returned to taught me...
font color ="red" II'm the /B responsible for killingB your/B family.../font
Thunder and lighting once again was released illuminated the sky, making me jump...Suddenly the lights came back on...
"My family is dead?" I asked in disbelief "Show yourself to me YOU BASTARD!" I shouted getting really pissed off.
font color ="red"IScreaming won't help you.../font 'God how I hate that voice.'
font color = "red"I Who am I?
While you face the consequences, I can get away with murder...Literally./font
I was my turn to keep quite.
font color= "red"INo answer, Hmmm?
I'm you...I'm your subconscious...I'm the side of you that needs to come out and play more often./font
I turned to where the voice was becoming to get clearer over by the mirror where I saw my reflection...Walking up to it I saw my clothes soaked with blood...I ran my hands over my body noticing that the blood wasn't mine.
I looked down at the knife that I was still holding it's blade heavenly coated with blood, where droplets of the crimson liquid began to form a little pool on my carpet. I looked back at my reflection, which I could swear, smiled back at me.
I heard sirens coming in the far distance...If the blood wasn't mine then whose was it? I closed my eyes playing back the words that caused so much heartbreak and yet so much anger...My family dead, it can't be true...Can it? My head snapped up...The body...Whose was it?
font color= "red"I Why don't you find out?font
The voice once again spoke.
I stared at my reflection not really believing what I just saw, my reflection just talked right back at me...Didn't it? I could also swear that it was smiling at me...
I backed out of the room...I needed to get out of there...Needed to see my family, need to see that it was a lie, someone was playing a cruel trick on me.
As I approached the stairs I saw the body that cause me to nearly fall, lying there motionless...When the room was dark it didn't register but now that the power is back...I could feel the bile rising in my throat. Going down the stairs I saw four more motionless bodies.
Altogether five bodies...Five bloody bodies that belonged to my family lay there in a pool of red...I could just about make out one or two of them, by the clothes that they were wearing but there was too much blood...
To my better judgement I turned over the body that I bumped into earlier on and, deeply regretted it. My hand went straight to my mouth and the warm, salty tears came pouring down at the sight...
The face was meshed up and blood oozing out but I still know in my heart whom it was. I turned my head and let myself be sick. I could hear the sirens getting louder and louder, I knew that they were on their way here. I need to get out of here...Need to gather my thoughts...I couldn't have done this? That voice was lying...Or was it? Was I imagining it? I'm I going crazy?
My thoughts irrupted when I heard knocking on the door...I tried backing away to the kitchen and go out the back...
But, I wasn't quick enough without any warning the front door was smashed and police officers were pointing guns at me and told me to freeze. I did what I was told; too afraid and confuse to do anything else.
Someone walked over towards me and put handcuffs on my wrists I looked into his eyes, they mirrored mine...The confusion, sadness and even the anger at the sight around us. The knife that for some reason I was still holding on to fell on the floor and was being bag to be used for evidence.
As I was being led out to the police car, I took one more look at the five lifeless bodies, and once again threw up. Their blood...My family's blood was on my hands...As the car pulled out of the drive way I could've swore I heard laughing...
Darkness...Nothing but darkness....well, except for the occasional lighting, I looked out of the window; the streetlights have gone. Which tells me the obvious...'We had a power-cut.'
I can feel a hard surface beneath me, trying hard to get my senses straight, I realised that I am lying face down, on the floor.
It was eerily quiet, no sound was heard...Except for the rain that was pouring down and hitting the windows, and the thunder as it roar angrily though the midnight sky.
I called out for my family, which only came out as a whisper...Either I'm too scared to shout or I just couldn't, just in case someone besides my family heard me.
Receiving no answer, I began to push myself off the floor, feeling a cold, wet and slimy texture... 'Must be from the last demon that we just fought...' I thought.
As I pushed myself slowly off the floor, and groggily stood up I had to re- think that last statement. 'Did we fight a demon...I can't remember...In fact I can't remember that much since I woke up.'
I felt a light throbbing at the back of my head, on the left side, raising my hand to feel how big it was. Which I regretted instantly as it bloody well did hurt...but could only feel the bump, I was thankful that it wasn't bleeding.
I once again called out to my family, waiting a few seconds, still receiving no answer, I decide to look for them upstairs, seeing as I grew up here most my life I knew where everything was at the back of my hand.
Approaching the stairs, my foot hit something hard, I begun to fall, but I managed to keep myself balanced. My heart was pounding as I kneel down and reached out to feel the object that I bumped into. The object was soaked wet, I could feel some cuts on it...Which, is then that I realised that the object that I hit was a body and the wetness was their blood...I quickly shot up and inhale deeply as my heart kept on pounding faster and faster. I didn't know what to do, didn't know who it was; but I know one thing for sure I wasn't going to join him or her anytime soon. I hear some noises...wondering, where they are coming from...I was going to head for the kitchen to find out but....
Heard the thunder and saw the flash of lighting and I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could...(tripping on a couple of them on the way) 'Sod logic for now, I'm practically shitting myself here.'
Growing up here has its advantages I know my way round here blindfolded so finding my room was easy. That's when I heard it...Heard the voice calling out to me, echoing around the room.
font color="red"Who am I?/font It called out.
"What?" I said, mostly to myself. font color= "red""Who am I?"/font I'Great riddles...I hate riddles.'font color= "red"I Who am I?
I can see you...But you can't see me...in the sense that you might think.
Who am I?
I can control how you view your life.
Who am I?
I hear your every cry, every scream, you're inner thoughts...But you can't hear me...Not unless I want you to. When you do hear me I can drive you to the brick of insanity.
Who am I?
I can create an illusion, make you think that something is there, where it's not and visa versa...Just like that knife your holding in your right hand.../font
"Knife?" I said to myself. I looked down and sure enough realised that I was indeed holding a knife...How come I didn't realise this before?
font color= "red"I Who am I?/font
The distorted voice once again spoke out to me, sending chills up my spine...font color= "red"IAny guesses yet?/font It taunted.
I looked around my room hoping with the little light that was being given from the moonlight when it had managed to steep out from the clouds.
...Nothing...
I could heart my heart beating rapidly, my breathing also became rapid, I felt the sweat rolling down my face I couldn't hold it in anymore. "WHO ARE YOU?" I screamed...
...Silence...
Once again I screamed "WHO ARE YOU?" And, once again I was met with silence...
A few moments went by when the voice returned to taught me...
font color ="red" II'm the /B responsible for killingB your/B family.../font
Thunder and lighting once again was released illuminated the sky, making me jump...Suddenly the lights came back on...
"My family is dead?" I asked in disbelief "Show yourself to me YOU BASTARD!" I shouted getting really pissed off.
font color ="red"IScreaming won't help you.../font 'God how I hate that voice.'
font color = "red"I Who am I?
While you face the consequences, I can get away with murder...Literally./font
I was my turn to keep quite.
font color= "red"INo answer, Hmmm?
I'm you...I'm your subconscious...I'm the side of you that needs to come out and play more often./font
I turned to where the voice was becoming to get clearer over by the mirror where I saw my reflection...Walking up to it I saw my clothes soaked with blood...I ran my hands over my body noticing that the blood wasn't mine.
I looked down at the knife that I was still holding it's blade heavenly coated with blood, where droplets of the crimson liquid began to form a little pool on my carpet. I looked back at my reflection, which I could swear, smiled back at me.
I heard sirens coming in the far distance...If the blood wasn't mine then whose was it? I closed my eyes playing back the words that caused so much heartbreak and yet so much anger...My family dead, it can't be true...Can it? My head snapped up...The body...Whose was it?
font color= "red"I Why don't you find out?font
The voice once again spoke.
I stared at my reflection not really believing what I just saw, my reflection just talked right back at me...Didn't it? I could also swear that it was smiling at me...
I backed out of the room...I needed to get out of there...Needed to see my family, need to see that it was a lie, someone was playing a cruel trick on me.
As I approached the stairs I saw the body that cause me to nearly fall, lying there motionless...When the room was dark it didn't register but now that the power is back...I could feel the bile rising in my throat. Going down the stairs I saw four more motionless bodies.
Altogether five bodies...Five bloody bodies that belonged to my family lay there in a pool of red...I could just about make out one or two of them, by the clothes that they were wearing but there was too much blood...
To my better judgement I turned over the body that I bumped into earlier on and, deeply regretted it. My hand went straight to my mouth and the warm, salty tears came pouring down at the sight...
The face was meshed up and blood oozing out but I still know in my heart whom it was. I turned my head and let myself be sick. I could hear the sirens getting louder and louder, I knew that they were on their way here. I need to get out of here...Need to gather my thoughts...I couldn't have done this? That voice was lying...Or was it? Was I imagining it? I'm I going crazy?
My thoughts irrupted when I heard knocking on the door...I tried backing away to the kitchen and go out the back...
But, I wasn't quick enough without any warning the front door was smashed and police officers were pointing guns at me and told me to freeze. I did what I was told; too afraid and confuse to do anything else.
Someone walked over towards me and put handcuffs on my wrists I looked into his eyes, they mirrored mine...The confusion, sadness and even the anger at the sight around us. The knife that for some reason I was still holding on to fell on the floor and was being bag to be used for evidence.
As I was being led out to the police car, I took one more look at the five lifeless bodies, and once again threw up. Their blood...My family's blood was on my hands...As the car pulled out of the drive way I could've swore I heard laughing...