Devil's Sanity

Roommate

The hallway echoed as I strolled down the path. A while ago, I found this child, his eyes unseen and on top of that, the child suddenly shrunk. I don’t question it trying to remember it makes my brain feel odd, like the first time I tried alcohol. It’s strange though I don’t remember walking down this hall for so long. I began to recall the abandon vibe I had when I first stepped out of my cell. I thought it was because the lights were dim but looking closer this place does seem a bit rust, old, forgotten. I’m not so sure if I even know where i'm even going anymore.  I stopped in my tracks for a moment.

“hmm, why stop?” the boy asked. I didn’t give a answer I just suddenly started walking again.

“are you unsure, confused of this place  being desire broken” he spoke once more. I replied not for a moment.

“what are you talking about” I uttered with a sigh…

“Desire broken”

“Not doing what you want, but what it wants”

“Um… cursed is what staff calls it”

Cursed? Was this a joke, perhaps that’s what he thought because he was lost for so long, that sense he couldn’t find his way back that the halls themselves were keeping him. I can understand that. I once heard that isolation was abusive on one’s mental state. Maybe he’s been stuck out here for too long.

I lingered the hall for hours… I was getting tired. Now, I just wanted to get back to my room and sleep. I soon arrived at a pair of double doors I slowly placed my hands upon the doors pushing them open… and ahead was my room the door wide open as I left it. I walked in as I merely crawled to my mattress. I  know before I said I didn’t mind but its time like this I  wish  I had a proper bed. I shall ask about it in the morning…

I soon remembered that I forgot to close the door. I flipped myself over looking back as I saw the boy closing the door he seemed to regain his normal size, maybe even bigger. I was taken back for a moment but otherwise too tired to care.

“sigh, dark, dark yet darker” I whisper as  I  fell asleep…

Everything seemed so peaceful and yet I feel so empty…but something is suddenly  coming back  to me.

I found myself within a strange area the walls solid, and double doors without a handle or knob… strange symbols on the wall… I appear to be on the floor but I do not know why…

I reach for my side but beforehand I am flashed with a agonizing memory , suddenly I am to afraid to touch myself ;  fearing that  what should be there, very well  may not be there, but in spite of the fear I proceed with  caution.  The  surface of my skin suddenly had a much tough yet smooth surface like a marble countertop; smooth  but rough in between. I was convinced  that it was a scab and yet there were no corners to which I could pick  at it. It annoyed me a bit but eventually I can to terms to leave it alone…

When scabs are picked for a while they become scars. Which I was ok with sense  that way they felt more apart of my skin rather then something like a stick or shedding flesh.  I got up from the floor, there was a odd feeling around my waist I don’t know how to describe what was there. I can only say that it was as if I was wearing a different type of skin much darker, smooth yet rough.

“what is this place”

“have I been here before”

A empty space with writing on the wall and doors that do not open. I kept circling around hoping by some chance that a solution would present itself. But such  chance  seemed futile. I can’t even remember as to what I was doing before…

A matter of fact i…

Can’t seem to remember anything… not even. My name, who am I, what am I  ?

Childs point of view

it seems a new situation has been presented to me. I now have a place I can return to from time to time. And this perhaps I should say person. He can see me like the staff and he doesn’t seem to question my odd abilities like the others once did.

I wandered around the room there were books on his desk, but it seemed they remained empty.  There were other items as well but they didn’t quite interest me like these books in which I was hoping to have information, that’s usually what they have in store. Writing that reveals some history or perhaps thought from those who wrote it.

I must admit there is not much to this room but still. Despite it just being us in here I still don’t feel safe, a unsettling feeling I might call it. Like i'm not alone in my own skin. I don’t think I can let down my guard even around him…

“but now that i'm here, what exactly do I do for the time being”

I rubbed my shoulder in question of my new purpose. He is sleep and not moving, does not seem like he is breathing either.

“I don’t like this, I’m scared”

I slowly descended to my knees as I bowed my head over his body, I thought he might be dead but upon closer inspections I could see movement I was really relieved… but then his body seemed to stop once again. I couldn’t really tell if he was moving or not unless I was concentrating closely at his body I soon got tired and laid  my  head on his chest…

Something pumped into my ear. A heart his heart was beating under my ear, I felt excited but I did not understand as to why… it was almost as if his heart was beating for me.

I clanged onto his shirt tightly bracing for this excitement that I was now feeling. Slowly I began to calm down, but I did not move nor change my position.

“I live in this room with this per-… h-human… and… I like it a little bit”.  My nerves became calm but still somehow this is a bit of excitement within me… he found me and brought me back with him, no questions asked.

“what shall I do now?”