AN: This is for BMB's wonderful review-gift of a Ryou plushie and cookies!! Thank you so much!
This is either Ryou or Malik…either one really…
Disclaimer: I wish I owned it, but alas, I do not
I'm not insane.
Oh sure, people think I am, but I'm not. I see them pointing at me, whispering when my back is turned "There he goes. Who? The albino. The one who hears voices in his head. Y'know, the crazy one." Mocking laughter follows me as I walk down the hall.
"Don't worry about them, pet," He purrs in my ear. "They won't bother you for long." His ghost-like fingers brush my neck, causing me to shiver in fear and anticipation.
It had become a rhythm of sorts. Each day blends into the next, pulsing with the same undertone of laughter, followed by empty promises and filled by threats. The sound of my silence reverberates through my empty apartment, deafening anyone who attempts to enter. At night, a soft gasp of pain proceeds a light, dripping noise. I hold the knife in my hand, quietly cheering for an encore. But He won't let me. He doesn't allow anything anymore.
He controls me. What I do is dictated by Him. How I dress, how I look, how I think, how I feel, how I move…it's all His. Everything. Is. His. He makes the empty promises and deadly threats. He whispers in my ear, planting ideas of violence in my innocent mind. But it's not all that bad.
I talk to him sometimes. I simply recede into my mind, sending out a mental probe. He answers pretty quickly. Maybe when I talk to him, I move my mouth. Is that why they whisper? Is that why they taunt and tease? Is that why they say I'm crazy? I don't understand. But I do know this…
I'm not insane.