Experiment of Madness

27-Silent Confessions in the Dead of Night-Aerra

It's dreadfully boring with just me alone, with no Dag. I can't even watch TV to pass the time.

I walk up to his desk, thinking of ways to distract myself, but I'm stopped by the absence of anything interesting. He takes all his work with him, leaving no trace, no notes, it's a completely empty desk now.

I wonder if he found any new information he hasn't shared with me, secrets hidden in his files, and knowledge he hasn't revealed. Perhaps he's keeping something from me, and the mystery adds to the restlessness inside me.

The thought of this hits me, that he views me as a subject, a study, a thing to be observed, and it stings. It's a reminder of the detachment between us, his lack of regard for my emotions.

It's typical behavior from him, his lack of consideration and empathy, a constant reminder that I'm nothing more than an object to him, a subject for his study. He sees me more as something to observe, a problem to solve, rather than a person with feelings.

He's incapable of emotions, his cold and detached demeanor evidence of his lack of empathy and connection. He sees people as things as subjects to study.

I can't help but label him in my head, "Freak." The word fills my mind, a mix of resentment and a desire to reject his attitude, to belittle his lack of compassion.

I think to myself, should I go out? The silence of the house only amplifies my loneliness, and it's tempting to escape even for a brief moment, despite the fact that everyone is occupied with their own affairs.

The voice in my head urges me, "Run, run, run." Its command resonates within, tempting me to seize the opportunity to seek a brief escape.

I wonder where I could even go. The voice suggests I run, but the question "where" lingers in my mind. The idea of running feels right, an impulsive desire to break free, but without a destination, it feels aimless.

The voice insists, repeating itself, "Run, run, run," its voice urging me to act, to break free from the suffocating walls that encircle me.

The voice echoes in my head, its insistent command to run growing louder, "Run, run, run." The temptation to give in to its command becomes harder to resist, the desire to break free overtaking all other thoughts.

My head pounds, the voice becoming more intense and painful. "Stop it," I plead in my mind, the voice's command causing a throbbing headache that exacerbates the pain. It seems unrelenting in its insistence.

I hear footsteps approaching. Who could it be? I hastily crawl underneath the bed, trying to hide from view, my heart quickening with anticipation.

I strain my ears, listening intently, trying to identify the sound of footsteps. Is it his sister visiting again? The fear of being caught makes my heartbeat quicken, my anticipation rising as I wait in the cramped space under the bed.

The voice sounds familiar, soft, and delicate, I strain to hear her words, and my curiosity piqued. The footsteps come closer, and I hear her speak. Her voice is indeed familiar, and she says, "I missed hearing your voice." Could it be his sister?

She responds with a sigh, expressing her longing, "I miss you, it sucks." There's sorrow in her tone, a sense of loneliness. My heart aches, empathizing with her words.

I hear her voice continue, "What will happen about us? Our future?" Her words echo in the stillness of the room, her uncertainty and concern palpable.

Her reply comes, her words tinged with sadness yet a hint of growing up, "Yes, I did say that, but I'm not fourteen anymore."

She continues her words, her voice softer now, "No, don't do this. Everyone will basically hate us, even our families."

Her voice softens as she continues, "But that doesn't matter to me as long as I'm with you, I don't care about anything." The words convey a deep emotional bond, her attachment and her willingness to face any challenge as long as they are together.