Everything Then Nothing

Chapter 6

⇧Hallucinations!⇧

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Stuck in this world, she's just forced to watch.

Marthas POV:

The only thing I could comprehend now is that I'm not myself. The sustaining agony that he's giving to others in MY BODY. I can only watch. I just get to watch how he gruesomely slaughters other people who I wish were never in his presence. Well, mine, but this isn't me, it's him. The only thing I can wonder is: when will I get my control back? Am I stuck here forever? And how is he able to do this in the first place?

His eyes, they took me here. I fucking knew better! Why did I let him do that? Now because of my stupidity, I have to fucking watch him take control over me and kill others! Does he really care about me anyway? He could've just killed me! Maybe he thought about it, maybe sympathy finally got to his smooth fucking brain. My own best friend..

I just floated around, this place was a goddamn fever dream. It was basically some pocket dimension which is just the color of his eyes, in weird patterns. The bright colors are blinding, but everywhere I look it's just the damn colors. The only way I can see the outside is through two holes, which I assume are my eyes. But all I can do is sit and watch.

He's eaten some people, and every time he does, I have to fucking taste it. It's disgusting. I want to puke every time, but I can't. I'm forced to let it down my throat. If I do get out of here, I'll probably puke. But I really wanna leave. I don't know if this is really possession, but I hope why my brain hurts is THAT right now. I took deep breaths, and tried to close my eyes. I couldn't. He probably had control of them even in this stupid dimension... Fucking shit!

Then, I felt light headed, then I blinked and came back to reality. Im finally free... My face and hands
were covered. In blood... Dripping down to the carpet, which was already heavily stained in blood. The building reeked of rotten human insides.

"What the hell IT SMELLS LIKE BLOOD!"

I complained, stating the obvious, pinching my nose to hide the smell. Its like I was trapped inside a garbage can, left to die, with the smell killing the oxygen.

"Oh c'mon... You'll get used to it..."

I heard Henry's voice, and he had the FUCKING audacity to pat my head. Blood stained my hair. He chuckled softly at my anger. The whole thing was like a game to him...

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

I yelled at him, while he just laughed. What was so amusing about my anger? I want to slap him so bad right now...

"Stop asking pointless questions."

Then he started getting irritated, but he was still chuckling over it. Then he grabbed some punch from the long table, well, whats left over of it. Some was spilled. All I could do was stare at the deceased while he ripped someones arm off and bit it. The disgust that spread to my face and stomach as he did. He was like a lion..

"Awhh... Does poor Martha want something to eat?"

"No."

My stomach told the truth though, but the last thing I want him to do is shove intestines down my throat. I can already feel them down my throat.. Gosh... But I wasn't hungry. Thanks to him quite literally making me eat hearts and whatever the hell else he made me eat... It didn't taste good, only thing I'm happy about.

"Whatever..."

He walked off, he kept looking back at me. He guessed what I was about to do. Dammit! I have to wait until I get more time, more time to get out of here, more time to leave this wretched town behind. Then, I heard static, it clobbered my ears, annoying sound waves screaming into my ear drums... I walked to find it with angry steps, and when I found it, it shouted news.

{BREAKING NEWS}

"An unknown tragedy happened today, after a successful and happy launch to the Wii, Nintendo America had a mysterious attack, from what we got out of survivors..."

Then I heard Mike's shaky voice... Oh, poor Mike... He probably thinks I'm dead.

"HENRY... HE- HE DID SOMETHING... UNEXPLAINABLE... I- I JUST DON'T KNO- W WHAT H- HAPPENED TO HIM!!"

I could hear his sobs and cries, his weeping sorrow, contaminating me. Then someones head flew right past me, obliterating the radio, I could hear the screeching of it before it exploded, and the crackling of the fire having a nice meal on one of the employees heads... Sorry Isabell... Maybe the afterlife will be more kind...

"I don't want to hear his crying... Not another word"

Henry seemed even more irritated. Did he hate him? He didn't act like it whenever he came around. I honestly dont know what goes on in his smooth ass brain. Maybe he's just that good at hiding hatred? No, hes quite literally having a tantrum right now, I don't know what it is. He walked off, angry. Man child? Most likely.

I walked around and found an empty room, it was labeled "storage room #3" but it was chiseled poorly and didn't have anything inside. It was probably some old storage room when the previous owner rented the thing. Ive seen this room a couple times, nobody entered the room before. I walked in and shut the door, and the room looks very different from the other storage rooms. It has white paint plastered on the walls with gray hard flooring. It looked clean, so I sat on the floor. I had to get used to this dump... Besides, Im not leaving any time soon. I held my face close to my knees, burying myself within the cold confinements of the room. I closed my heavy eyes, and dropped cold, down to sleep. The only happy place I can have.

For a long time