"We live such long lives, but for what? Do you find meaning in life, Sir Ivanov?" The voice came out of nowhere, the seemingly empty room that Nikolaevici Ivanov was living in was full of life. An average person would be terrified by the voices of the walls, especially the ceiling, the ceiling was the smartest voice, that's what Ivanov was considering.
On the other hand, the adolescent Ivanov was sitting on a chair in front of the window, looking through it intensely, watching the pedestrians and cars alike, rushing through the urban Petrovskaia City.
"For me life has been very nice, I love life and I love living. But for a while, must I say that I've been searching for love, hehe.." Ivanov's freckled cheeks turned into the colour of blood as he kept on watching with his blue, big eyes the bustle of the city. His last words came out shyly, even though the ceiling was a best friend of his, Ivanov still wanted to keep a level of intimacy between the both of them. His eyes sparkled with curiousity, stalking the same people everyday without them even knowing someone is watching. If by chance a playful child or a homeless man were to look at his window, Ivanov would swiftly pull the curtains to hide his presence. This, however, didn't happen as much as he would try to foresee everytime he looked through the window.
"As of lately I've been angered by your attitude, Sir Ivanov, you haven't left your apartment in days. You stay here, decaying as pieces of raw and maggot-infested meat fall off your arms, your eyes Ivan, your eyes have reddened for you have seen the same scenary everyday, you live a life of monotony yet how do you love life?"
Ivanov kept quiet, he didn't pay any attention, not the smallest bit even out of respect for him, this upset the voice and vanished in thin air. It wasn't long until Ivanov felt a slight loneliness linger down his heart and into the stomach, making him feel a weird melancholy he never knew he was capable of feeling. The mind wasn't in touch with the emotions, making it hard for him to acknowledge them and when he did, they would feel like a continouos torment, his chest would feel tied up with arctic steel chains making his heart pump up desperately. Sometimes Ivanov thought this was God's will, other times he thought Samson, the ceiling voice, would make him suffer because Ivan hasn't entertained him enough.
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Beyond Death
Short StoryThe story follows a young name by the name of Ivanov whose unfortunate destiny bestows him with it's worst outcomes. As he becomes more and more psychotic, he goes on a spree of killing two children and as time goes on his psychosis worsens. The las...
