Today when I woke up all I could see were the white walls of my room. It was an unusually quiet morning.
"Good morning, Chuuya!"
'I thought I could have at least one normal morning...' "Hmm... yeah hello..." The figure standing beside me was smiling again. It has a weird kind of smile, it freaks me out. Though I've gotten used to it. I do see 'it' every day.
"Can we play again? It was so fun yesterday, wasn't it?" I felt chills go down my spine when I heard that. Fun was the last thing I'd think about when remembering yesterday's events. I'd rather think of 'fear' 'terror' 'suffering' 'blood'. Not in the least fun.
I sighed. "But it's because of you that I'm stuck in here. I hate this room, you know?" The figure nodded. "Yeah, too much white." it joked. I couldn't help but chuckle. I hated this place, I still do, I hate everything about it. The torture, tests, drugs, bed-straps, people.
"I know how we can get out of here!" said the figure with a creepy smile. 'No. No! I refuse! I absolutely won't! It hurts!' Like hell I could tell it that. I'd die. I'd die even faster than actually 'playing' with that... thing. All of my life it terrified me. It terrifies me. It makes my blood go cold with its maniacal laughter. No, no more!
"C-can we maybe... play tomorrow?" I asked, my hands shaking nervously. The figure stood silent. The smile had gone away. It just stared at me with its empty, white eyes. "No. We will play now. Or maybe you want to do the other thing?" it asked with a smile darker than its skin.
"N-no! P-please! I'm b-begging you! I just w-want to be left alone..." I started sobbing out, knowing full well that this would be a mistake in the approaching future. Its smile became even wider as it approached me. I kicked at the air, screaming at it to stop. This was the worst nightmare one could have.
"I'm afraid that no isn't an option, little Chuuya." it spoke to me in a dark matter. The figure put its hand over my face as I could feel the darkness consume me. It was dark, so incredibly dark. I screamed. I was trembling. I was afraid. I made myself smaller while hugging my knees and sobbing quietly.
'I just want it all to end...'
Not long after, I woke up in a puddle of my own blood. Again. My arms and ribs were crushed. I was in the hallway of the place I was assigned in. 'H-how did I get here... I thought the room was supposed to keep me locked forever...' I tried getting up but to no avail. My body was close to shattering into a million pieces.
I heard a dark laugh from above me. I could see it. The figure was looking over me with a creepy smile. I was trembling in fear again.
"Let's play tomorrow too, Chuuya!"
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Files of Tainted | Nakahara Chuuya
General Fiction"What would you associate 'it' with, Chuuya?" "Fear, terror, sweat, pain, blood." Nakahara Chuuya was just a kid when he began being followed and terrorised by a monster that looked just like himself. Nobody but he can see 'it'. Nobody can stop 'it...