Something Fishy

I Don't Speak With Words

"AAUGH WHY ARE YOU SUCH A SLUT, YOU CANT EVEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SOME LEECH TO ME, I'M BARELY EVEN ME ANYMORE AT THIS POINT", Alex yelled such cruel words to the endless nothingness.

They should have been directed to someone who actually deserves to hear them yet all he can do is break what's precious. Like a clumsy child inside a shop filled with ancient pottery.

I won't allow him to take over me.

He has always been a part of you.

I would never say such things, I couldn't become like him.

You can't get rid of him as he will always be within you.

I'll prove to the world that I am worth loving, that I am worth recognition more than what he had covered me as.

It will all end up like the last time. You will never change.

Alex would sometimes come by land while sailing in the endless sea. The clouds would end at their edges and the sun shined brighter than ever on the land that was so unreachable for him.

He would visit the islands, he would set foot on them and meet new people. If only the hedges didn't follow him everywhere. Every piece of land was surrounded by tall hedges that reached heights he couldn't even dream of. So thick and cruel.

It was so dark and cold out here, if only someone would let him in, he promises he wont stay for long just a tad bit of warmth and the pleasure of a few words would be enough to contain him for a while. If only he hadn't been pushed around by the dark nothingness for so long. He was like a monster from someone's nightmares to them.

Rotten skin that was filled with holes caused by how he would rip at every imperfection he saw, bones and artificial pieces attached to what probably couldn't even be called a body anymore, it all made so little sense to the others.

It ended up so lonely that eventually land was nowhere to be seen for decades on end. Until that one opening in the sky. That one peak of light that hadn't found its island yet. That godly undying light that only Alex had seen.

Awoken, sunlight had filled the room, warmth embracing his body, 6.07 on the clock that had been imprinted into his head with the repeating loop of time. Good morning dear world.

Get up, pet wifey, admire wifey as she sleeps like the sleeping beauty. She needs her beauty sleep so he shouldnt disrupt her slumber any more than what's already been done.

Drag yourself downstairs, get ready, go to work. Alex needs to see how his masterplan has advantaged to figure out the next course of events. Nothing has changed yet other than the amount of corpses on the street that has just multiplied. Always the same.

Pretty princesses need to eat well or else their skin will rot off. Pretty princesses... Juli... A goddess. He needs to bring food from the store.

Pray in church, buy groceries, cry about money. He hates using money as in his eyes it's like the second biggest implicator of a person's worth. If he can't afford to be himself then he doesn't deserve to live as a being.

That's probably what the adults meant with the tale of a Peter who didn't have manners nor a job so he got made into juice. Worthless beings that don't contribute to this world get made into juice. Just like him soon enough.

I am sorry for existing.

He had been different from his usual self. Like another person. So sensitive and weak. Funny how he would promise to the world how he wouldn't allow change to happen yet it was doing so right under his nose this whole time.