My Demon

Chapter Five

"Hello!" I call out into an endless void, but my words only echo with no response. I take a step and the sound of it echoes as well. I start to walk and look around for any signs of anything. "How did I get here?"

Last night, for a little while I didn't know what to do with myself. I locked the door and had a bit of a breakdown. I had so little time left in my life at that point, that I wasn't sure what to do. There is so much I want to do in my life! But, I'm dying tomorrow, at the hands of someone I thought I could trust!

I stop and clench my fists, "I was naive, again! Of course! Of course, it didn't get better! Being out here just made it worse!"

"I can fix that."

"Huh?" I look around for the source of the voice. There was no specific direction the voice was coming from.  I turn around a couple of times to see if I can spot anyone, but all I'm met with is nothingness.

"I can fix that for you, Luke," the voice repeats, now sounding like it's coming from behind me. 

"Wait, you sound like..." I turn around and cut myself off as I see someone walking up to me, appearing out of literal nothing. 

He looks like me... 

Way too much like me...

But instead of my albino white skin, his skin looks like licorice, and his eyes are this pale yellow with a psychotic look in them.

"I sound like what?" He asks, hiding his hands behind his back and stopping just a couple of feet away from me. 

"Like that voice in my head," I finish, my eyes wide.

"That's because I am," He smirks.

His voice is much clearer than usual, probably because he's standing right in front of me now. His voice usually sounds like mine, but demonic and usually relatively quiet. It's still demonic, but his words are much clearer, much louder.

He stands there, staring at me. He barely blinks, it doesn't even look like he's breathing. My eyes dart away from him, unsure what to say. I feel like I'm being crushed under his gaze, so I back up a bit.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says suddenly. My eyes go wide again and my head darts up to look at him. "In fact, I want to protect you."

"Why?"

"Because I am the other half of your soul, duh!" He says making it sound like this is common knowledge. 

"What do you mean!?" 

"You don't know?" He tilts his head.

"Know what?" I cross my arms, feeling confusion and anger begin to boil inside me.

He sighs, "I suppose you want me to explain it?" I nod, he grumbles, "Our soul was split in half when we were born, so we coexist occupying this body."

"So you're like my brother?" 

"No, I'm more like the evil version of you, or an alter ego." he smiles. "You're the good half, and I'm the bad half."

"That would... explain a lot," I look away, then back at him as I remember my dilemma of figuring out where I am, "Where am I?"

"You are in your consciousness," He responds, raising a hand as a gesture to the void around us, "where I reside in your mind." 

"Why is it so empty?" I ask looking around again for signs of something other than my alter ego. 

"It's not, you just don't know where to look," he points out.