Devil's Sanity

Lost child

The knock came again at the door for the third time… I was contemplating rather to actually open the door or not. I walked to the door. Knowing the rhythm and timing, they were probably going to knock again. However, there wasn’t, it stopped… maybe I was off about the timing…

“…m-me” a voice answered. The voice had a childlike tone to it…

“…me?” I answered. Was this person really playing that game? His tone did not sound very sarcastic.

“s- Sorry” the voice uttered an apology… I’m still unsure to why he replied the way he did… maybe he didn’t know how to word his thoughts in correctly.

“   For what?” I uttered… what could this person felt, that he needed to apologize for; I haven’t even met anyone here yet…

“h-hey… you still  there or what” I called out… the voices went silent there was no way of telling if he left or was still standing by I leaned in against the door, pressing my ear against the rust metal door. There was nothing the sound of nothing, although I like to consider that the sound of air molecules occupying empty space.

There was a sudden number of clicks that occupied my ears, I think it was coming from outside but I was not sure. The door suddenly lean forth, I bounced back, as a strange feeling jolting through me making me feel a sense of cautiousness. The door creaked wide open. Looking back at my prison-closed window… it was still dark… but the halls was dimly lit with the addition of some lights flickering… I had not considered to rather if I should explore or not I just went. Because apparently the halls had more light then my current room right now…

I went off into the halls my feet lightly echoing throughout the hall. The area had a creepy factor as if it was abandoned; I tried to calm myself… I soon continued my walk… I soon walked upon a large play area with tables and railing… it seemed like a place for the patients to hand out and associate with each other

“I guess when it comes down to it even the most hell like of places can become a paradise. Sharing similar interest rather it be something wholesome or twisted… and hearts rather warm or cold… a heart is still a heart and thus can become numb or sensational is all up to the host” I uttered one of my philosophies to myself. A song averts my ears; it was like a child singing something as if it was from their own childhood.

“We were so interesting

He wanted to see what could  we be

Had he took a piece of me

And now we can’t go home…

Home of the beginning where we belong.

Give it back, give it  back, 

No,no you can’t have that

It’s mine and hers, how dare you take that

In time in time, oh just you wait

It will  be then that i take it all again”

”

The song voiced by what seemed to be a child, it sounded like something from a music box and yet unfinished. I stepped forth into the moment of silence as broken glass broke beneath my feet, the silence stood only a moment long as i wandered aimlessly as to where this song was coming from.

A voice suddenly quealed 

“ a-are you here to hurt me” a child's voice called out to my right side. My head turned to find a child leaning against the pillar, he looked not in any particular direction as if the concept of sight was pointless 

I felt rather nervous but  only  for a moment, i forgot what he had asked, as i stumbled over his appearance became more and more clear.

He wore a cloak, his hair messy and white. His  face  was mostly covered with something red streaking down his face kind of looked like a type of dry face paint…

I waved  my hand in front but got no response. 

“Ah hello can you hear me”  i called out. His head upward, and mouth slightly opened but there was no reply in terms of words.

“ i hear… but see nothing… “ he answered so suddenly, he seemed rather nervous of his situation even now.

“ well that’s probably because your hairs in the way” i suggested. I soon attempted to move his hair out the way. But he soon grabbed onto my wrist.

“ no, no, not my eyes please” he pleaded. I didn’t understand what was so concerning to him that he would want to keep his eyes hidden.

“Is there something wrong with your eyes” i replied. Perhaps he was self conscious about how his eyes looked or maybe he was  blind or worse; he didn’t have any… hehe well probably  not that but… something irrational perhaps… possible something that affects those around him more then himself.  There was a moment of silence perhaps he  was in thought but without seeing the expression within  his eyes i couldn’t make a full, proper guess of his expression..

The boy turned his head to  the side as… he didn’t want to talk about it as it seemed so  i bothered him about the situation no longer.

“ alright here’s a different question. What are you doing here”. He began facing me once again perhaps he could answer this question, or at least try to answer it.

“ i… am… lost ?” the boy spoke but the way he said it was as if he unsure if that was the right way to put it… i looked around the area, as for long  as we’ve been here chatting no one seemed to  bother to show up…

“Alright come with me” i asked  as i pulled on his arm. In reaction he gripped onto my arm pulling in the opposite direction.

“W-wait… a-are you staff” he  uttered. Staff?  Does he mean the people who work in the asylum. The way he was leaning though, it seemed that he was afraid of the staff, maybe he’s not lost but trying to avoid them, im still unsure of myself…

“ well are you” he repeated himself.

“No, im like you” i answered.

“Like me?... where will you take me then”

“ my  room”

“Number?

“Number? Uh 3-3-5”

After i told him that he gripped onto me even stronger. As if there was some horror twist to the answer i gave him.

“ show me” he uttered…

“ okay” 

I dragged him by the  hand as we headed back not to long on the way back he requested something of me.

“May i ride your shoulders”  he uttered, i looked back at him seeing his size he would probably be heavy but  i probably could still do it if  i tried but i don’t really feel  like it. I  continued walking looking forward

“  maybe next time, your kind of big” i replied

“ oh… well how about now”  he uttered. I'm not sure why he asked again nothing hasn’t really changed. I turn back to him 

“ no your still to bi-” i stopped part way as i began to notice his size  decreased..

“ what the hell happen to you”

“ you said i was to big, so i became small”

“ i get that but how”

He gave no reply he just raised his hands up to me….maybe it was a trick… i grabbed onto his body lifting him up… i soon discovered that not only his size but weight as well have decreased  it was as if he actually became younger he looked like a 2 year old now...he stopped raising his hands and planted them on my shoulders… as i pondered the illusion to this transformation the boy suddenly kissed me on the nose

I was lost for words but was embarrassed just a little as i turned my head, the gave a warming smile… i looked around the area once more.

“ i hope  no one saw that” i muttered to myself…

I know what people would think, they'd probably call me a petofile in this world people have the  sense to say “be friendly to others” while at the same time it's frowned upon to show such friendliness to anyone younger…. The very notion seems stupid to me….

I placed the boy on my shoulders he held on tight his legs hugging my neck region while his arms wrapped around my forehead… as secure as he was i didn’t feel the need to hold on to him with my own hands for support…

We started to head back…

In a  strange way it kinda felt like i had adopted a child of my own...