Dark side

2

The tinny buzzer rang, warning me to stay away from the door, and the extra alarm sounding to remind me that the food man has a weapon.

Why must they be so violent?

I rocked back and forth with my arms around my legs, with my stringy hair swaying in my face. Hiding myself behind my bed, away from the direct view of the food man.

The voice is loud and insistent on me being ready. "When the time is right, you must do what you have to do." He screamed.

How will I know? I think.

"You just will. Trust me." A sudden urge to do just that overwhelms me. He is my friend. I will always trust him.

My mind went blank, with fuzzy noise muffling my thoughts and surroundings.

Through the strands of my dank hair I could see the food man sliding my plate of revolting food towards me. The door carelessly left open, waiting to be used by its inhabitant.

I eyed the plate and it's plastic spork he's pushing towards me.

And pounced.

Taking my chance as the voice laughs maniacally.

Some force inside overcomes me, controlling my actions, snatching the spork and impaling my only source of food through the eye to the brain, blood splattering everywhere.

Killing him instantly. I'll be apologizing for that later, but the voice doesn't make me stop after one Kill. "No," he chuckles. "No. There is more." The voice in scrambling my mind. I want to lay down on the ground and weep at what I had done but no. I must go on.

As if in a dream, I watch myself kill and kill, my soul shattering as I go.

After every kill I ask, "is it done yet? Are we done?" But I'm only met by his incompetent screaming. The voice is the only one compelling me forward through growing hysteria and panic.

"You want to leave don't you?" The voice asks me quietly.

I want to leave my home. I want to leave.

I really don't agree with that statement.