Untitled 26 - 2/8/23

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His demeanor appalled me. Nobody of his stature was meant to be so stern and defiant to the words of authority, let alone such a presumably gentle soul which he was perceived as. We'd spent these eternities arguing with each other about absolutely nothing and everything simultaneously, in some ways the concept of rivalry just seemed interesting to me and I think that's why I kept going and going and going until he brought it to a level I found irredeemable and disgraceful. During this, I found the respect remaining in my bones for him dissipating.

With his honor diagnosed with osteoporosis, he'd flip the topic onto it's head.

"What about your lover? A name I cannot remember, but doesn't your lover think that it'd be minuscule and cowardly of you to escape reality in such a manner?"

The aesthetic of the room drops it's mask. Once a bustling box of beige walls with two folding chairs staring to one another, gentle blues sounding in quickly realized itself to an empty room with just me and the one I despise most as the band ceased. Odd how abruptly the vibe switched as music halted, such an interesting thing to take note of.

After feeling the subtlety of transition, I snapped my lips back to his wording.

"Do not bring my lover into this, as we can talk even more about your lover, yeah? The same one that'd exposed you for who you truly were this entire time. Domestic battery is a horrific cruelty, one you were guilty of oh so many times previously. Why couldn't you-"

His head slowly ends it's slumping to lock eyes with me, soon interrupting me during my speech.

"It's funny, yeah? Humanity; how one mistake can leave you distraught until time destroys itself. We could sit here all day and mention what we regret and avoid approaching the real problem, but no matter what, we will be here forever. That includes you, in case you didn't know."

"That includes you."

I felt mocked. Of course we is going to include me, we're the only two people within. Out of anger I spoke recklessly and admitted to a sin I shall never speak of again.

"God, fuck, fine. Your mockery is infuriating to me and I'll end this right here and right now with my admission of guilt. Escapism was an important way of life to me, it was my primary means of expressionism and finding some way to remedy my agony within this earth. And I found that escapism through advantages. Taking what people had for granted, taking what they had at all just because it was pleasing to feel that rush. Once I bumped your son and he nudged my shoulder as he trudged past me, I knew he'd be my next victim. I knew I could take advantage of his weakness, his lack of experience with life and publicity."

I stopped to ready my words again, though he added his comment beforehand.

"You speak reminiscent to a dreamer, but you are nothing more than insanity's incarnate. This interrogation is utterly bothersome."

After he finished, I lifted my lips and leaned in slightly to a whispering distance.

"I brought an end to your son's life. It was-"

I stopped to laugh, continuing.

"It was euphoric to see him squirm in agony as I dropped my weaponry on his face, his chest, eventually his heart. For a second I thought I was dreaming. 11 victims, and my final being the son of The Offer Guernica? The one that left me during my lowest, the person who caused all of this in the first place? God, I couldn't hold in my happiness during that moment."

He stared back at me once more as I finished whispering, slamming his fist unto my jaw with his almighty fury behind it. Yelping behind my excruciating pain, he stood and began booting my gut and chest as I groaned and moaned from pleasure and pain. Without him even realizing, I was manically in a euphoric state from the pain he was depositing into me.

Suddenly, I felt him stop. My entire body was throbbing from pain, nearly unconscious, yet I caught him uttering.

"Euphoric. Euphoric?"

With my eyes closed, my ears served as orbs instead and I'd hear him sit down to resume. At first it was unintelligible mumbling that eventually moved to screaming, then standard speech.

"Why don't I feel better. You're right in front of me, on the ground bleeding and in agony yet I cannot feel better about what has happened. Any more pain that I cause to you, to whoever else I could've thought it was, it's not going to bring him back."

"But I don't...I don't. I don't. I don't care. I just want you dead, I want you gone. Nobody's come in here to stop me. right now, right here, I could end it all and you wouldn't even be able to defend yourself."

He laughed hysterically to himself at his own remark, to which I interjected when I had the chance.

"If you-"

"If you kill me right here, if you end it, you're murdering a helpless person. You're no better than me at this point. They'll arrest you for slaughtering me relentlessly, for destroying my soul, and you'll just become me. They'll put you in jail in my place, you can have my cell."

He stomped over to me, crouching without saying a word. Once more, I'd resume.

"Go on. End it. Why haven't you ended my life."

I opened my eyes slightly, now envisioning his hands held over his face with the expression of pure guilt and anger mixed in with the slight peeks I was able to take. I chuckled slightly under my breath, continuing a final time.

"You're the most manic, confused human I've ever met. If there ever were a dreamer, It'd be you. 'Guernica.' Just like the painting; a discombobulated mess that doesn't know what it actually wants to be or do as the ones around you just watch and stare whilst you melt down in front of them. Pathetic."

He jumped up the moment I finished speaking and stormed out of the room. He would never enter the room again. With this exit, I finalized my victory. A battle of psychological warfare led to the one meant to break my mind having the roles entirely switched. Albeit I'd lay the true pathetic and weak one, on the floor holding my pulsating body in misery, he will go on to become another me as if there weren't millions of them already.