It's Your Life: The Sleeping Demon

The Mind of Blake Harret

Light soared through the air like a javelin after being hurled by the furious toddler Blake. She considered calling for help but couldn't officially make up her mind after going smack on the cold stone floor. The angel stayed like that for a minute before suddenly teleporting to a different location, accompanied by the sound of a bubble going pop. When she could actually move, the little angel found herself in the bedroom of her dreams.

A royal king-sized bed with a laced canopy overhead. The sheets, pillows and duvets all a luscious cream and rose golden color. On the right of the bed was a small drawer with a lamp with spiral patterns rested on top. On the left was a brown mahogany shelf with all of Light's favorite books on it. The first shelf had textbooks on ethics and history novels and biographies, the second were personal notebooks and memo's for when she's revising ethics, and the last shelf was for personal enjoyment. It had some of her favorite fantasy/adventure series plus some recommended ones from here on earth. Across from the bed was a magnificent crisp white dresser with a large landscape mirror with a golden frame. A fluffy pink carpet stretched out from under the bed to 3/4 of the room. To the right of the dresser, a door presumably leading to the bathroom. To the left, an oak wood door leading to a walk-in closet filled with copies of her ripple dress, pajamas and other outfits she'll need for any bizarre situations in the future. 

Light backed up to properly inspect her surroundings. How did she get here? This is HER room, like, her actual room from home that was somehow copy and pasted into- where ever she was now? She called Blake's name, thinking he's be here somehow, but no answer. But what she did hear was a bunch of chatter coming from her wall. The cherub pressed her ear against the wall to hear Blake arguing with himself in five separate voices. What?? She opened her birch wood door to see a hallway like no other.

The hallways were a vibrant red. The texture of it dry and squishy. Every millisecond there was a white laser passing through the walls like a snake. It glowed heavily and could be spotted either side of the hall. Light curiously touched the wall as a another white laser shot past. Instantly she heard Blake's voice in her head going: "I wonder where Light went? Hope she isn't mad."

Then it clicked. These are his thoughts, passing through constantly every second of the day. A new one shows up just as an old ones leaves. Fascinating. 

On the right side of this hall, there is a door that lead to her room. Across from it was a red door that just then had a familiar pop sound come from the other side of it. She raced over, curiosity empowering her, opening the door swiftly just to see the auburn-haired demon sound asleep in his bed. His room was a lot messier than hers, clothes scattered everywhere like bread around the pavement for birds to feed on. His walk-in closet was wide open, just as a mess. Light knew it wasn't her place to be here though, and silently shut the door on her drooling neighbor. At least with him sleeping here the little angel didn't have to worry about her work being tempered with. Now, smack in the middle of these two doors were grand double doors with the colors red, purple, yellow, pink, and blue all meshed together in speckled blotches. The arguing was even louder now Light was at the front of the door. She very quietly knocked and waited to be let in. No answer. They probably didn't hear over all that yelling. Light tried again, rapping on the door more loudly. The quarrel from the other side immediately halted as one voice said all grumbly, "I'll get it."

The door swung open and Light was greeted with a holler. "WHAT?!" The angel flinched for a second, shutting her eyes tight and already terrified of whatever physical altercation this could come to. "Hi, my name's Light and-"

"No way!" A different person chimed with delight. Light opened her eyes to see two Blake's in front of her. Both had an hour-glass like look to them. Meaning they both were made of glass and had whatever substance flowing in them. There was a red one, who's fluids only filled up to about his eyebrows, you could see darker red fluids in him, pulling apart and sticking back together and just swooshing all around like a lava lamp. The red one was the who hollered, and by the look on his face he wasn't intending on apologizing. The one beside him had a sunny look on his face, which matched the yellow fluids in him as well as the tiny specs of yellow light floating around his stomach. Both looked so identical to Blake- same features, hair, voice- but so obviously different.

The canary one spoke again. "Guys! It's Light she's okay! Come in, Light come in!" he took her hand and lead her inside what looked to be some sort of headquarters. At the front of the room there was a huge cinema-esc screen which showed a picture of a bald, blue-eyed man with a stubble saying something about inhaling dust. Next thing it was in motion as the screen panned and zoomed into the wooden floor and a voice out of shot going: "Come on Blake, let's get some breakfast." Light heard the toddler's voice clear as day as it echoed through the room. "Okay dad."

In front of the screen stood a blue Blake with a thunder cloud floating in his chest. He seemed to be standing on some sort of spotlight and after Blake's interaction with his dad, he stepped off the pedestal and the spotlight vanished. The yellow one squealed again to get his friend's attention. "EVERYONE! I FOUND LIGHT!"

"Yeah we heard you the first time Glee." The red one said beside him, checking if his eardrums were still working after that outburst. Wait, if they're made of glass, would they even have eardrums? Now five multi-colored little Blakes were standing in front of Light. Looking up at her in awe, disgust, disappointment or admiration. Then the one that was too bashful to make eye contact.

"My name's Glee! And we're - uh I'M so glad you're here! I love making friends!" The canary one cheered in delight.

"I'm Rage, and I can confirm Glee is only speaking for himself when he says that." The red ball of anger said, glaring at Light.

"I'm Glum, I guess it's nice to meet you...though I'm sure the feeling isn't mutual!" The blue Blake choked out before bursting into tears.

"LOVE!" A pink one with little love hearts dotted across his cheeks, stomach and chest.

"I'm Phobia, can I return to my box now?" A purple one squeaked out in the most mouse-like voice Light had ever heard. Now it was all clicking, Blake's mood swings, why they all look like him and finally where exactly she was!

"You guys are Blake's moods! And this is Blake's mind isn't it?"

The five all had their separate comment to add to Light's observation.

"YAY YOU GOT IT RIGHT!"

"Good eye, darling."

"No of course not, this is a Wendy's."

"Mhmm."

"Can I go to my box now?"

"Well it's lovely to meet you all." Light said excitedly.

"Don't get comfortable, I've been dreading this day for years, don't think now your here working on the outside we're gonna start listening to you!" Rage spat before turning back and walking away. Light whispered in Glee's ear, "I can see who Blake's default is."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Glee spluttered. Everyone else just went back to lounging around. Light fully took in the image of the mood's headquarters. It was just like a library. Books were lined up neatly across seven to fifteen shelves, each a different color that represented the mood of the memory. Which all came in book form! Light went around scanning each spine of the memories, reading the rather questionable titles on it.

That time Blake popped a frog's zit.

That time Blake chased his sister with a poop-covered stick

That time Blake made his dad laugh so hard he sprayed chocolate milk at him.

That time Blake found a cat's dead body in his backyard.

That time Blake was sent to the spooky room: Vol.5

Light kept scanning the books, an idea suddenly bursting into her head. "If I can just find it..." she muttered to herself.

That time Blake met an annoying angel lady. Light decided to let that one slide.

That time Blake was sent to the spooky room: Vol.6

That time Blake bit Jason.

There it was. Light called all the other moods over for a few questions. "Why did Blake bite that kid?"

"Ask Rage, dearie," Love replied. "He was in control at the time."

Light went up to the red side and crouched down to his level so they were face to face. "Rage, why did you bite that kid?"

"Because I wanted to!" Rage snapped at her. "I did for no reason other than because I wanted to!"

"I don't think so, I think there's another mood you guys are trying to hide for Rage's sake." Light raised the book over her head and found the first page with her thumbs. "We're gonna find out what and why, NOW."

The angel opened the book up and a flash appeared from the now glowing pages. Echo's of the things said that day swirled around the room in a cursive font before finding their way to the screen. Suddenly the present shot of Blake finishing his breakfast vanished and was replaced by a red-tinted memory.

Through Blake's eyes everyone saw a boy with olive brown skin and black hair poking fun at a boy with umber brown skin and glasses. The first boy was clearly being racist, poking fun the spectacled kid's accent. "Learn to speak English before correcting my spelling!"

"I was correcting your grammar!" The spectacled kid said through his tears. Blake walked up to the teacher who was chatting with another by the door frame. The moods and the angel heard the toddler's voice echoing through the room. "Teacher, teacher, teacher!" He tugged at her bell-bottoms but she just pushed him aside and muttered, clearly annoyed. "Not now, Blake."

"But Jason's-"

"I said in a minute!"

Jason now had the kid with glasses cornered. He had taken the poor child's teddy bear and was in the process of tearing its head off. "NO, STOP!" The child cried. Jason just looked at him and mocked his accent more. "No, stowp!"

Blake rushed over and his voice echoed again. "Don't you have some pride? I mean picking on the new kid, thought you had class, Jason."

"You don't get to talk to me about class with the kind of clothes you wear Harret!" He shoved Blake aside and continued the torment on his victim, fully ripping the bear's head off its body and dropping it carelessly on the ground. "NO! MY لأم (al'umu) WILL KILL ME!" The child picked up both parts of the teddy and started sobbing into them. Jason did not let up. "Al'umu? What is that JIBBERISH?"

Blake gave Jason the death glare. "That wasn't nice."

Jason returned the glare. "Bite me!" Before shoving Blake to ground, pointing and laughing. The kid with the ripped teddy crawled away to the chaos of the classroom, all the other kids to busy drawing and talking to see what happened next. Jason laughed at Blake, waving his finger right at his face. Blake just smirked at said, "Bite you? As you wish."

The whole class was silenced by Jason's shrill scream. The teachers whizzed around from their conversation to see Jason cradling his broken finger. Blake just laid down on his back, crossing his legs and putting his hands at the back of his head. He wore a smug look until the teacher announced she was letting his parents know if he didn't say sorry. Blake announced back that he would never ever say sorry and the flashback ended with the teacher violently dragging Blake from the classroom while everyone went "oooohh" or laughed.

The book closed abruptly on its own and floated back to it's place on the shelf. Everybody continued to stare at the screen in shock until getting snapped out of it by Andrea's loud cry. "Blake!"

"Yes mum?" His voice echoed again.

"Go clean your room. Like I asked you to for the FIFTH TIME NOW!"

"Yes mum!" he hurried upstairs and shut the door behind him.

Light noticed when Andrea called them, Phobia stood right at he spotlight and mimicked everything Blake said.

Well that settles it, she thought I'm gonna stay here a while after all.