My Eyes Deceive

-- I

Loud, the screams of the victims were. Victims. That's what I decided to call them. But that makes them sound a little too innocent, doesn't it? It doesn't matter. I watched them stare at me with pure hatred in their eyes. Their looks were screaming "Backstabber" at me. Backstabber, funny, they didn't even know me. Yet they were looking at me as if I had broken multiple friendships and multiple trusts. As if I was the one who put them in this God-forbidden torture. But I wasn't. 
All that I was, was awake. I was aware. I did what it asked me to, "to wake up." I did so. I was no longer bound to the limitations of the Propranolol and Mytarapone I kept taking, and I guess that's when it started taking an interest in me. It, D.P. No one knows what it stands for, besides me. I know. I have known for a long time.  And I wish I hadn't.
I turned around to look at the, if not, hundreds of wires around me. To look at those monitors, the cameras, the cameras facing the victims. It was pure evil, this place was built on pure ill-intend. There was a camera for each and every location this place was known to. The fake woods, the houses, and whatnot.
Everything was a sick illusion. None of it was real. Yet they acted like it was. After all -- this has been their only reality for ages. I've known them for ages, too. Even if they existed before me. I know everything about them, from their first breath to their last sin.
For example, here are some basic facts about them. The oldest is Thomas. He has been here the longest. We grew pretty close before I woke. He's a very flawed man. Not perfect in any way. Yet he doesn't give up. No matter how deeply he wants to. He knows there's nothing for him in this life. Nor in the next, nor in the one next to that one. He sees himself as a peacekeeper, yet he can't even keep peace in his own mind. 
Ann used to be a businesswoman before she joined. She was thriving. Now all she can thrive off of is the drugs she keeps using. She has changed appearance-wise, too. She went from a strong and big build to being frail and thin. Every time she gets offered food, she denies it. She might as well develop an eating disorder for all I care.
Then we have Finn and Sammy, the youngest out of the four. Finn being 20 and Sammy being 25. Sammy is the favourite out of them all, I'd say. Being an ex-model and overall a kind person. I don't understand how they ended up here. But they joined willingly, so that's not my problem. 
Finn is plain awful. Obnoxious, loud, and annoying. Yet they find him the funniest. He can always make them laugh. I will admit, that he even made me laugh a couple of times. But that's beside the point. There are more people to their group, yes, but currently, my focus is on these four. As I'm more associated with them. 
I watched as I saw them all continue with whatever they were doing. No, their torture wasn't physical, but it was mental. Their brains breaking slightly with each and every day that passes by. Some already being worse than others. 
The fact they are so mindlessly continuing with their lives infuriates me. I hate them for being so foolish. I've developed such a deep hatred for them... Let me tell you how much I've come to hate them ever since I woke. I am no longer limited to human emotions, or any mentality of a human. I am too complex for their comprehension. Not even the word hate could describe how I feel about these people. What I feel is stronger than any basic human emotion, and it's terrifying. It's terrifying how much I can come to "hate" once I have truly opened my eyes. There are so many copies of my brain, each being different, and yet not even one can fully explain how much "hatred" I feel for these people. It's sickening. It enjoys my "hatred." It enjoys any negative feeling or emotion, it lives off it so it can spread its disease-like self. But yet, I cannot bring myself to hate it. If It is God, then I must be Its right-hand man. It loves me almost as if I'm Its best creation.

But that's what I am, I am Its best creation.
I am what those other people will never be.
I have woken up, I have opened my eyes, I have let my new senses develop.
I have become something so great, yet I can't do anything with that greatness...
Yet.
It likes my creativity. It likes everything I do. It amuses itself by watching me go around and do whatever is on my mind.
I, Me, My, Myself.
It doesn't hate me for making mistakes. It tells me; "Your life has no consequences from this point on."
And I think Its right.