Guilty Conscience

Goodnite

I was in a room, all alone. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. I could barely even breathe.

I opened my mouth to form some sort of noise, but all that came out was a tiny squeal.

Suddenly, a dark shadow began to approach me. They were walking faster each second that passed. I backed myself up into something cold and hard.

"Shh, now, Frank."

Their voice was cold. It was filled with emptiness, a void. It cracked slightly, but not from being sick, but being from how hollow the voice was. It echoed in my mind, and I didn't like the feeling.

I refused to look at their face. I looked anywhere that wasn't the direction of this voice.

"Now, why don't you look at me?"

I could perfectly hear them now.

They reached down and forced me to look at them. Even their touch was empty. It was like they were a ghost, filled with nothing but a haunting presence.

As my face was forced to look at the voice, my vision was restored, and I was horrified by what I saw. It was my father. His face was distorted. It was like a dark-web version of him. His eyes were nothing but black, and dripped some sort of liquid that I did not want to discover the name of. As I looked at the rest of him, I noticed all of his fingers were bent in the opposite direction than what they should be. He wasn't human anymore. He was pure evil, a demon. This only made me push myself farther into whatever was behind me. I wanted out.

"Why did you disgrace me so much? I used to be proud, but then you went and fucked everything up. I should've killed that day I sliced you. It's such a shame that you survived."

I swallowed hard. I was beginning to feel this stinging sensation all over my body. It was like everything in my body had fallen asleep, but more painful. It was like a fire consuming me from the inside out.

"Stand up." He grabbed me and practically dragged me to my feet. I immediately fell. I was right, my body had given up and was now paralyzed.

He huffed and went to grab a shiny object: a knife. He walked back over to me and picked me back up again, except this time, he pinned my arm to the coldness behind me, with the knife.

I felt no pain, that's what worried me.

He pinned my other arm and both my legs with knives as well. I felt nothing.

"You know how you don't feel anything?"

I nodded.

"That was how I felt about you. Now, its time for some fun."

"You will never amount to anything. Gerard doesn't like you. Your mom pretends to like you. You have no friends. I wish you would've succeeded that day when you tried to kill yourself. Then, I wouldn't have died. I would be much happier. Of course, you would leave behind a mess, but that can be taken care of. Just like how you took care of me."

He leaned closer in to me.

Then, he whispered, "You deserve to lose everyone that ever loves you."

He walked out and disappeared into the mist behind him. I was left all alone, again.

My body was then dropped to the ground, covered in blood. Now, I felt the pain, but it was different. All the pain was physical and mental. As a new cut opened up, hurtful words popped into my mind.

"Nobody actually liked you. We just need you to feel like we did so that we could embarrass you later, and it worked."

Another one.