Where Shadows Lurk (A Poor Example of My Writing Ability)

I'm Not Crazy

    I'm not sure how long exactly I spent in that one spot. It wasn't too long though, because I didn't starve to death or anything like that. I wasn't fed, I didn't receive anything to drink, I had nothing to keep me occupied, I couldn't sleep. It was horrible.

    When I finally saw her again, she had a Lunchables box with the edge peeled up. As she walked towards me, she looked me up and down, "Sorry, I rarely remember to take care of my pets." She said, clearly not approving of my current look.

    I had managed not to pee myself but I was grimy, thin, pale, and my eyes were barely open. I was barely conscious. That only made it worse. Every dark place that I could see I would see things moving, or hear sounds when there was nothing there, or feel something right behind me and being unable to turn to look at it. I am unsure how many hours I had spent screaming and struggling but my throat too was swollen and I had injured my elbow trying to pull free.

    She held the box toward me and I attempted to lunge for it in starvation. She pulled it away and wiggled her finger back and forth as if to a dog or child, "You can have it only when you swear you won't leave" she cooed. Her voice was much more pleasant in person rather than being heard through the distorted voice of her projection of herself.

    I couldn't speak and couldn't think. The only thing driving me to survive at this point was escaping and I would have to give up that hope to eat? At this point, it is only my primal instincts taking over, and it would do anything to eat right now. I slowly nod.

    "Oh good" she chirps, setting the box on the dusty ground and snapping her fingers as the tendrils unravel from my arms and legs and I fall to my knees. I pull the open box towards me and my eyes gleam purple, shooting up a wall of shadow around me between her and I. I wasn't letting her trick me this time. The wall went to the ceiling, I was safe in here.

    That is, at least, what I thought. But, as I ate, eyes would form on the wall and stare at me, or a mouth would appear and lick it's lips like it was looking to eat me.

    I would lash out at them with my fingers and would hit the hard black wall with nothing there. Finally, I blocked it all out and started to eat. It was painful. Not only because my throat was swollen almost shut, or because my stomach had shrunk, but also because I had given up leaving in order to eat. I was under her control. I was her puppet.

    When I finished eating, I dropped the walls to look around. She was gone. I debate running. I could probably get away, right? I mean, I am weak from hunger and thirst and sleep deprivation but I am still a fast runner.

    I almost did, too. Then, I thought about it. This was my only chance to kill her and end it all. Could I stand being here long enough to gain her trust? To keep my sanity and take my revenge upon her for what she has done to the world and possibly to the people I know.

    I decided that was the only thing I could do. The right thing to do, stay with her just long enough to kill her. Endure the suffering, maintain your sanity, don't die. Pretty easy, right?

    The time I spent thinking about it I lost my opening to flee, she rounds the corner into the large room of the warehouse I was staying in and asked, holding a jug of water, "Would you like something to drink?" She smiles, setting the jug down in front of me after moving closer and pats my head, "Such a good boy for staying."

    When she leaves, me glaring after her, I pop the cap off of the two-gallon jug of water and chug down about a fourth of it. Immediately, I throw it back up. Painfully. As most of my stomach was dried up it was mostly dry heaving.

    I curl up on the floor pulling my legs close to my chest and covering my ears as I start to hear hissing noises and laughter. "I'm not crazy" I wheeze in a whimper though my throat is destroyed on the inside.