Levi's P.O.V
Everything is black.
Pitch black.
It's always been this way, as long as I can remember, in my petty, miserable, little life. Black. I've never seen the color of the sky, or what a blade of grass looked like, or even a glimpse at the ocean. People have informed me that it is a magnificent shade of blue, yet I don't even know what the color blue looks like. What does the color of fresh snow on the ground look like? Or what an apple falling off of a tree is like?
The only thing I was ever able to see and still am able to see are the spirits of the deceased. The ones who cannot find peace after death with unfinished business linger around in our world, wandering about. Some like to stop by and torment me. They try to make me lose the rest of my sanity and watch me rot in this asylum until I die and join them.
Some of these spirits are kindhearted, they don't deserve to be in a world of misery. They give me some hope that things get better. But that light fades away slowly when I see that one spirit taunt me, it makes my skin itch as he crawls up the walls giving me an sinister smile like he knows something. He does something to me and I don't know what. He's not like other spirits. In fact I don't think he's a spirit at all. All these mind games he's played with me. This torment. It's almost as if he could control me.
He's always by my side, when I'm awaken in the early morning by a nurse all the way to when I'm sound asleep at night—he's there. He stares at me with big bulging bloodshot eyes and tries to touch me with his seemingly transparent skin and chipped broken fingernails caked with blood. Each day he gets increasingly closer. He rarely speaks.
Sometimes he stands over me. He's very lanky and stares down at me as if I were a meal. His lips are a cold tinted blue with wisps of black, as well as the tips of his ears, fingers, nose, and toes. There's remnants of dried blood in various places on his body.
He tells me that I will die soon and join him; a lost soul that was condemned to hell but somehow lost their way. A lost spirit that had unfinished business.
That I, Levi fucking Miller, am haunted as well as stalked by Alfie the demon.
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