Veda

Voices

February 28th,

Imagine, seeing a toy at the store, but when you bring it home to play with it, you can't work it out. You spent hours trying to figure out the whole contraption, but nothing seems to work. Then suddenly, the toy magically gets up frustrated with the fact you're doing everything wrong, and runs away.

Over time you think about the lost toy, and you finally realize what you were doing wrong. So you go to the store, pick a new one up, and go to buy it.

When you finally get it home you test out your theory, and you're right. The only difference now is, you can't play with it, you're not allowed. So even though you want to play with it some more, you finally figured out the secret, but you have to put it back inside the box, take it back to the store, and reluctantly return the item.

Sucks right? Kinda explains how my life's going right now. A lot of things I realize I can do, but just can't now that I'm overcome with this darkness. I can only hope Kenai can figure out how to cure me. I sat in Capri's car for hours waiting to get here. The longer it took, the more I grew restless. It was blazing hot in there, and Capri would not let me open his windows in the slightest. I jumped out of the car as soon as I could so that I could breathe freely again.

It didn't creep me out that Kenai stayed in a burned-out motel, built in the 1980s. What creeped me out was knowing a murder took place here just a few years before Kenai moved in. I guess the price is what got him, but it gave me the creep's thinking about whether or not it's haunted. I saw in an article that a researcher came to look at the scene last year, and vanished without a trace.

Kenai and Capri had been sitting at a table a few feet away from me talking between themselves. Capri bit at his fingernails while Kenai mixed up a weird glowing cocktail. I guess he assumes I'm actually gonna drink that or something, after all, it looks toxic. I didn't care to see the ingredients, I'm not gonna let any of that slide down my throat. Who in their right mind would drink the contents of a glowstick?

I quickly glanced out the window and saw the stars dancing. Capri came close and scared the shit out of me honestly. I just jumped back as he held a syringe full of the strange contents. "Get that away from me," I growled at Capri trying to kick him backward and throwing myself against the torn wallpaper.

"Fine, you don't want help huh? I'll just have to do it myself." Capri fumed holding the needle to his neck.

"Don't!" Kenai squealed at Capri, but it was too late.

Capri injected himself with every drop of that disturbing mixture, then collapsed to the ground. Everything went silent for a minute, and I thought for sure he was dead. However, as I was looking at his lifeless body I heard his voice calling for me inside my mind, just how my demons always whispered. I went back into the dark corner of the room and whispered to my brother.

Kenai just walked out of the room, but I overheard the door next door open and close, so I knew he was close by. I heard whispers in the walls, but I just wanted to connect with my brother. I didn't want him to die, and I was more curious about why he was inside my head. A clash came from inside my brain, then I heard her growl, she sounded angry, like Capri was in her territory.

My head started pounding and the next thing I know I was lying on the wet floors of my mind. I was actually here, it wasn't just a vision or something I saw, wasn't just a voice. I was in my brain, and it was so cold, wet, and dark. The smell of decaying roadkill hit my nose, like the inside of my mind was dying.

I lay there scared and confused, then Kåeri turned around the corner. Everything grew dark as if the dark mist had been following her. I could barely see Capri run up behind her, and slice her head off until the black oozing blood was splattered across my face.