Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)

Chapter 15.5 - Day 3697

The bastards left me alone. Hopefully. I stared at the wall as I heard them walk away. One of them screamed at the other. I don't remember much else already, and that was only three minutes ago.

I don't know why I did that, but at the same time I don't know why I do anything. It's out of instinct really.

I stay incredibly quiet as I twist the knob of the exit, peeking out as the door creaks open. Nothing.

The sounds of a crowd can be heard down the hall. I push the door open further, remain hunched and look over the other side.

Also nothing. Just endless halls that I've come to expect.

I whip back the other way, and make sure no one's sneaking up on me. I make my skittish escape down the opposite way of the crowd.

Back in the distance a reverberated shriek makes me flinch, most likely coming from the gold one. My pace hastens.

I hobble down the corridor and turn left down an identical hall.

A single poster lies taped on the wall. It speaks to me.

'Kill me! Kill me!' It whispers.

I stop and stare into its soul. It's me.

It's one of my election posters from god knows how many years ago.

I approach the poster.

I remain panting, stare into my own eyes and grip at my nose. Without thought, I rip it off the wall.

I take the poster into my hands and think.

Something that I do very rarely. Something I had to do just before. Something I hate.

I hate remembering what I used to be like. So innocent. So foolish. A time that I can't get back.

I tear it in two. I tear it into tiny pieces.

I let the pieces float gently to the floor.

As they all fall, I stomp at them. I stomp at all of them. I don't stop until I've mangled every last piece into an unrecognisable shred of anger. My anger. My anger escapes my mind. And enters my mouth.

I stare down at the poster.

"This is what it's come to." I murmur, in a raspy cough.

I continue walking. I kick at the pieces as I walk.

I think again about those two who ran after me. I don't know who they are, but they must be pretty brave to have approached me.

Everyone sees me as a monster now. I think that's what he would've wanted.

But I won't let him win. As long as I'm still standing, he hasn't won. So I'm gonna keep standing, no matter how long, and be strong.

That is one of the few things I remember about my childhood. A tall, assertive man would tuck me into bed at night. My father, I think.

He always told me that I have to be strong. He always told me the worst thing anyone could do is give up.

They don't seem eager to give up, and neither am I.

No matter how bad it gets, I must keep going.

Nevermind. I have this conversation with myself everyday. And I'm starting to doubt if I really believe.

It is in my name, after all.