To Be Human

Chapter 1: Encounter

I know the beginning seems boring and weird because who the hell starts a story describing the morning routines of a person, but it will get better after the first three paragraphs. 

I squeezed the paste on my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, still trying to open my eyes and not fall back asleep. At least not at the sink. Dad would have a laughing fit if he found me sleeping here. 

I spat out the toothpaste and in the corner of the mirror, saw the reflection of something smokey. Something dark, swirling. Something with two dark eyes. 

I took a deep breath and splashed some cold water on my face, blinking my eyes repeatedly and trying to get the sleep out of my eyes.

I really shouldn't have read scary stories on the internet before falling asleep. I was hallucinating. Maybe I was still half-asleep. Maybe I'm just shit scared. 

I washed my face and turned around before walking backwards until my back hit the sink. I screamed. 

"Humans are such loud creatures." I heard the thing say and suddenly, no words were coming out of my mouth. It's not like I was speaking fluently coherent sentences just before that, but I couldn't even scream anymore. It was like  someone had muted me. That's what it felt like. 

I moved my mouth to speak, my hands wrapped around my throat and tried to scream. For the first time in ages, I wondered what I did when I wanted to scream. Or talk. What the hell was the mechanism?

The black, shadowy, smokey thing condensed and condensed until it started solidifying through what seemed like a very beautiful manufacturing process. I didn't even want to scream anymore. At least, not for now. 

"Is this form more presentable?" The thing asked, now in an appearance that could pass as a human but nothing this thing did now could make me believe that this thing was a human. 

Nothing was less human than this thing. Even if he now resembled a male human who was very, very naked. I kept my eyes firmly plastered to his face, knowing myself, and god, I really wanted to punch this guy. But my survival instincts were screaming at me that hitting this guy would not be beneficial, neither for me, nor my dad. 

Wait a second. What the hell happened to dad? 

I pointed towards my mouth and throat, hoping he'd get a fucking clue and info whatever he'd done to me. 
The guy smiled and I let out an audible sigh. Wow, he had even muted my sighs. 

"Will you scream again?" He asked and I rolled my eyes, placing my hands on the sink behind me to support my weight. My knees felt like boneless mass of flesh, unable to support my weight. 

"Depends on what you do, doesn't it?" I asked, flashing him a wary smile.

I don't know what I was doing anymore. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to feel my heartbeat. It was beating so fast. I closed my eyes and just felt my heart beat hard against my palm. 

"Is this form more presentable?" He asked again. I opened my eyes to see him still in human form and still very naked. 

"If you can do so much shit, how about putting on some clothes?" I asked and the guy cocked his head to the side, watching me. His curly black hair fell on the golden brown skin of his forehead as it stared at me and I started focussing on calming myself again. 

"Is this fine?" The guy asked as it got dressed in a blue T-shirt and fucking polka dotted red pyjamas and I facepalmed myself.

He was wearing the same clothes as me and god he looked so fucking annoying. Why is this non-human thing inside my house? In my bathroom?

People around me have said I must have done something severe to anger the gods but I don't remember doing something so upsetting that gods would leave this weird shape-shifting thing in my house.

"Better than before." I snarled at him before sliding to the floor of the bathroom, and wrapped my arms around my knees, taking deep breaths and watching the guy as it stared at me. 

"What did you do to dad?" I asked and the guy smirked. 

"Nothing. Was I supposed to do something?" He asked in a hoarse, deep voice and I sighed.

"Nope. And you'll regret it if you did something." I glared at him. His smirk grew wider.

"What exactly can a human like you do to me?"  He asked and I rolled my eyes. 

"You're asking me as if I have an answer."
 
"You don't?" 

"Of course not. What did you expect? And what the fuck are you anyway?" I asked and the guy sat down on the floor before me, crossing his legs in front of himself. 

"You ask too many questions." He spoke.

I scowled at him in response.

"What do you think I am?" He asked softly, the whites of his 'human' eyes darkening as his smile grew what can only be called as sinister.

The temperature of my surroundings dropped until I was shivering . The light disappeared until I was sitting with half a human being in pitch darkness. 

And I could still see him. 

"What do you think I am?" The voice repeated itself, reverberating after itself as if we were sitting in a large empty room. 

"Some sort of entity? I don't know?" 

"Entity. Oh yes. In truth, I can be described best as what you people call..." He paused. In my freezing-induced fear, I wanted to hit him, "a god."

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