Even in my dreams, my head was filled with questions. I could never remember my dreams the feeling I always awoke with was unforgettable. It was a cold, empty feeling, regretting something I could not remember. No matter how much time passed, I couldn't shake the feeling. It...It hurt.
"You never should have slept in the first place." Light told me.
"I offered an eternal sleep but it looks like you would rather deprive yourself." Night reminded me.
"It'll come eventually, Night. Light is right, in a sense,-"
"Yay! I'm right!?" Light exclaimed.
"If only I could kill you too, Light." Night thought.
"As I was saying, Light is right, in a sense. I'll die soon enough. Just be patient, Night."
"Have I any choice?" Night sighed.
"I don't know." said an authoritative voice, reminding me of that awful reality. "I don't know anything." It got very quiet in my head as that weighed down upon me.
"Yes we do." Light thought, more timidly than before. "Killing makes us feel good. We like that. That is all we have. We need to kill."
I let that thought take over me. "That's right." I thought. "That's right. That's right. That's right. That's right." I couldn't stop thinking that. I clung to it. I rocked back and forth on the mattress gently as I played the words over in my head, lulling myself back to sleep.
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Knives
HorrorThis story centers around Knives, a sadistic killer. Throughout the "episodes" in this book, Knives often contemplates the nature of reality and what sort of meaning it should hold for him. Due to the influence of a voice in his head called Night, K...
