His hands were still shaking. They hadn't really stopped since that night. When the wall moved. Ever since then he…he'd been seeing things. Things that shouldn't be there. Edgar had told them that he was merely going to go get some things from the market. They'd wondered why he wasn't taking the car but…but he'd said it wasn't anything cold so he didn't need to take the car. He was just walking down to the gas-mart. Nny had offered to go with him. They could get freezies. The maniac's eyes had lit up with glee at the thought, but Edgar turned him down. He wasn't in the mood for freezies.
Edgar had a good deal of trouble trying to get the key to go into the damn door. His hands wouldn't stop shaking. Finally, he managed. The key turned in the lock, his hand moving like a jackhammer, the doorknob shaking too. As he leaned on the door, pushing it open he fell in, onto the floor. The floor of his apartment. He crawled in, not getting off his hands and knees. In he went, to the living room, where he sat on the pristine grey carpet. Drawing his knees up to his chest he embraced them. The door swayed in the breeze, remaining open, him not caring enough to go back and close it. This was the first time he'd managed to enter his apartment in a few months. This antique from his old life. His parody of a life. It's not like he had any friends, or really any sort of distinguishing hobby. He just existed, if that, as no one really heard him or saw him.
Everything was raining down on him. All of the things he'd ignored and accepted since he'd stayed with Nny. He'd almost been killed. What did he do? He stayed with the man that'd almost killed him. How smart was that? He stayed with him…and then involved Todd. He could have just ignored the boy and went back into the house. But surely after a while Nny would have killed his dad anyways. No, there was no reason for him to do that, bring Todd into his fucked up life. As if the boy wasn't screwed up enough…But they saw him, they heard him. Then there was Barbara, and Senor Diablo…they acknowledged him too. But was any of it worth it? Yes, yes it was.
But now, now he was crazy too! He'd seen the thing trapped in the walls that Nny always spoke of. He'd seen it. What if it started coming after him too? Nny said that it couldn't leave the wall if there was blood on it. But…but what if it did manage to leave? It couldn't, it didn't exist. Why was he even thinking about this?
"I'm not crazy." He said.
When met with silence Edgar screamed, "I'm NOT CRAZY!"
No one heard him. No one saw him. He was invisible, and undoubtedly, crazy.