The Silent Death

Choking

(Sekai)

I was sitting on my bed. The lights were turned off to help me 'concentrate'. I could feel two figures sitting next to me, pushing their shoulders on mine and squeezing me inbetween them.

"Ugh, stop. I'm thinking." I gritted my teeth, glaring at the one on the right. The one on the right let out a raspy giggle, nudging me by the shoulder and making me almost fall on the one on the left's lap. He did it on purpose. Those two are such jerks, I'm glad they're just my imagination.

"Sekai, what the hell are you thinking? You're not allowed to think of anything but us anymore." The one on the left rolled his eyes, reaching over to touch the curl on my hair and pulling it harshly. I rolled my eyes, slapping his hand away.

"I was thinking of the murders but now all I can think of is how annoying you two are." I huffed, attempting to hop off the bed. I got pulled back and laid down on the bed with two pairs of arms. Oh no.

"Let gooo." I mumbled, not even bothering to get out of their grip since they were too strong for their stick-like arms.

Someone turned the lights on. Lovell, my precious brother. He saved me. I watched him look at me with a weirded out expression and walk to sit down on the bed next to me; right through the one on the right. Of course. Only I, their host, could see them. They're like parasites, you see. They used to use my dreams to hurt me psycholgically. And guess what? They did good. They did very, very good. I was so scared that they would take it to another level. Aaaaaand they did. Now they're always in my line of sight and can touch me in real life, too. I can never call for help.

"Sekai, are you okay?" Lovell asked, reaching over to take hold of my hand.

"Yes, of course I am." I told him, my fake smile as wide as possible. No, I of course wasn't okay. I was currently being held down by my torturers, how could I be okay?

Lovell nodded at me with a small chuckle, laying down on the bed next to me and turning to wrap his arms around me. Cutie. I had to hug him back, but my dearest torturers wouldn't let go of me.

The one on the left, Kanso, was supposedly made of my thoughts. He looked really fancy with his old school formal tuxedo. I think he sometimes manipulates them but not this one, I assure you.

The one om the right, Dooie, is exact opposite of Kanso. He was made of my... Emotions, I think. He had no intentions on looking good at all. Raggedy, blood stained and torn clothes, yellow teeth, messy hair. He looked disgusting. And eh, I think he sometimes makes me feel sorrow or fear at unnecessary times. Just annoying.

"How are you feeling about all those murders?" My dear brother asked, raising his head up a bit to lay it on my chest.

"It's horrible but what is worse is we have no clue who is commiting them. It can be anyone." I said, lightly chewing on my lower lip.

"I know, right..." He huffed silently, tightening his grip around me. "Hug me baaack."

I swear to God, he is not as insane as Emil thinks he is at all.

The pressure on my arms lifted up. Thank God. I huffed silently at Dooie and Kanso, turning to my brother completely to finally hug him back.

"I think we should go to sleep, though. It's getting late." Lovell chuckled silently at me, loosening his grip around my body and attempting to move away. I let him do so, taking my arms back.

"You're right. Good night, Lov." I mumbled, moving away to sit up completely.

"Night night, Kai!" He snickered, hopping off the bed and sprinting to his room; turning all the lights off on the way.

I was left alone in the dark with the nightmare fuels.

"Night night, Kai!" Dooie imitated my brother's voice with his rusty one, failing miserably.

"Oh my God, Dooie, shut uuup." I groaned, attempting to reach over to push him away. Perfect, he was on the floor now. I crawled to my pillows and laid down, letting out a small sigh.

"Hm, who got killed?" Kanso asked, his deep, clean voice filling my ears.

"Our history teacher, Eugene Moore." I said, getting under the covers to get some warmth.

"Hm, any ideas on who might be the killer?" He asked as I felt something snuggle up next to me. Dooie. I would push him off, but this time I didn't want to bother with him.

"I don't know, it can be anyone." I groaned into my pillow, closing my eyes.

"Yes, yes, right. Do you know who I suspect? That E-Meal guy." Kanso said, letting out a small sigh afterwards. "But you wouldn't listen to me."

"I would, if you weren't a demon inside my mind."

"You're saying it as if I'm nothing scary or harmful." He growled silently.

"You were scary and hostile. But then you became my talk-buddy." I chuckled, patting on my left side; mentioning him to come lay down with me.

"Oh I'll show you the scary and hostile!" He yelled, making all the hair on my body stand up. Oh God, I'm so done for. I made my own thought angry.

"I-I was just kidding!" I raised my head up to turn my head to him; my gaze clashing onto his glowing one.

Kanso didn't listen to me. All I could feel was his dead cold hands clenching onto my neck, preventing air from coming in or getting out. I tried to push him away by placing my hands on his boney chest and pressing on it with all my strength. I didn't want to be killed by someone that doesn't even exist.

The last thing I heard was Kanso's chuckling; "Are you afraid of me now, Lotus?"