My Eyes Deceive

-- YOU.

I sat across from It, the entity that had changed everything. Its presence loomed over me, a suffocating aura of power and malevolence. I didn't fear It— Not in the slightest. "You seem troubled, Jacey," It spoke, Its voice echoing in the confines of my mind. "What troubles the heart of one so young?" I didn't feel troubled, not at all. I was rather focused on what was happening in front of me. I felt amused by how they were feeling, and how they were acting. Miserable. Just. Miserable. They were getting worse the more days went by, and it felt good to see. To see those pathetic piles of wasted meat and organisms finally come to the realization that they cannot get out. That life is not fair, not in the slightest. And especially not for them. They're nothing but a bunch of animals. They act and look the part, too. They are so foolish. So clueless. They pretend to know everything, yet they know nothing. I'm the one who knows everything. I'm the one who knows the truth - there is no hope for them. They are destined to live out the rest of their days in this hell, trapped in a never-ending cycle of suffering and despair. They have it coming, they deserve what they're getting. "Earth to Jacey," It said coldly. " Any idea on what we shall do next, Jacey? How can we deepen their torment, ensure their minds shatter beyond repair?" I thought about the question, considering the endless possibilities. "We should exploit their weaknesses further. Thomas, for example, still clings to his shattered faith. We can show him visions, illusions of a false hope, only to snatch it away at the last moment. Make him question every last piece of faith he has." "Yes," It murmured, the sound reverberating through the room. "And what of the others? Ann, Finn, Sammy?" "Ann's frailty is her weakness," I continued, "We can feed her paranoia, make her believe that even her own body is turning against her. Let her waste away in a spiral of self-doubt and fear." "Finn," I went on, "relies on his humor to cope. We should strip that away. Create scenarios where his jokes fall flat, where laughter turns into annoyance. Isolate him in his own mind, make him realize that even his coping mechanisms are useless here." "And Sammy," I said, pausing to think about something for her. "She still holds on to memories, to the hope that there's something beyond this. We should give her glimpses of an outside world, only to reveal it's all a lie. Crush her spirit completely." It seemed pleased, Its presence pulsing with approval. "Excellent, Jacey. You understand them well. Your insight is invaluable." I felt a surge of pride and joy at Its words. "They thought they could survive, could outlast this place. But they don't understand. This isn't just a prison—it is Hell. And they're not coming out stronger. They're going to be ashes." 
By the time I'm done with them, the rivers will run red. They'll know what true pain means. They'll know what true hatred looks like. They'll see. They'll all see. They'll see me looking down at them— and they'll beg me to stop. They'll look at me, pleading, begging for mercy. They'll finally regret everything. They'll regret the day they were born. They'll regret the times they were acting so foolish, so selfish. They'll regret everything. 
There are billions— if not, trillions of neurons in my brain and not even point one percent of those neurons would equal the amount of suffering I wish upon these people. Not just these five, not even the six of them, or seven, or eight, or nine, or ten, I mean all of them. Every single one of these living organisms that exists within these walls. Every single one of them that has spoken to me before, that knew me before, that has met me before. The amount of love I felt for them before will never equal the amount of hate I feel for them now. It will never be enough. That love went to waste, just as how they are going to waste now. And I don't have a sob story, quite the contrary. I went from great to greater to greatest. And I will continue to be great. I will continue to show this disgusting excuse of a world how great I can truly be. How power and knowledge can get you anywhere. I'm no sweet Jesus, I am Jacey. "JAY-CEY". My name stands for Hyacinth. A symbol of jealousy. One beautiful symbol of jealousy, envy and contempt. 
If jealousy is a disease, then I must be the fungi. I must be the virus, the bacteria, the parasite. 
I must be the rot and the ache beneath your skin. 

Ik denk, dus Ik ben.