The loft, where I am, has these four gray walls that my perception is limited to. I hear people screaming for help outside, but I can't destroy what's left of me. There is no way out in this small square cell and there is no way to see what's outside there. There is a small hole embedded on the wall that leads somewhere. Whenever I put my hand inside, no matter what I do, I get nothing. The hole leads to nowhere. There is something special with the hole. It shoots a knife every 365 days for an unknown reason. The knives are of such sharpness and lethality.
I have nothing to play with but these four knives showered with my blood from the heart. They are my only friends in this wonderful world. I usually don't get sleep, but I hear people doing this chuckling thing. I believe they call it "laughing". I also heard that they do it when they are "happy". But as long as I am in this place, I know everything will be fine. I am barely breathing as I hear the next knife being unloaded at a high speed. It will take a few days before it hits me. It will be fine. I'm used to the pain that it delivers.
I don't remember the last time I saw light. Luckily, these walls will get out of reality and become bent later. Then, creatures will start to show up. Some of them are my friends, but I don't care about the others. Next, the dark colors of the rainbow will blaze across the loft at different speeds. However, all of those will fade out after a few hours. I think it's starting to happen.
As the walls commence to act crazy, I started looking for a friend of mine. His name is Honesty. He has three eyes and wears nothing but a greasy piece of underwear. His lips are stitched by a thick, thorny thread. He is tall and rarely opens his bright eyes. I never heard him talk and I don't know much about his story, but that doesn't matter because I like playing with him the most.
He's here! All of a sudden, Honesty started to look weak and he fainted. "What's wrong, Honesty?" I asked. As he try to open his eyes, he lifts his hand and grabs the end of the thread stitching his lips together. He pulled it very hard in a second then blood came out of the holes the thread made on his lips. "Help me," he whispered silently. I grabbed one of my knives and struck it straight to his middle eye. Honesty screamed in despair while red fluids splattered all over the place.
This blood seems delicious. I grabbed some of it with my finger and opened my mouth, but just before I get a taste of it, Honesty shouted, "Don't do it. It will hurt!" I turned my head only to find out that Honesty's heart is beating no more. I pulled the knife out of his middle eye and sliced his right hand. I put the corpse away to use his hand. I inserted his hand inside the mysterious hole. When I pulled the hand out, there is still nothing but rust. I cursed and threw the hand. Wait, what? Everything started to turn back to normal. The corpse vanished, the walls stopped acting crazy, and the dark lights blazing across finally flew off.
I'm alone again, but it is bizarre to find out that the blood Honesty left is still on the wall, slowly streaming down to the floor. Still wondering what happens if I taste his blood, but I won't do it, for now. I sat in front of the hole hoping that the next knife would finally make its way to me. After a few minutes, I heard people outside speaking something with melody. I believe they call it "singing." I covered my ears so I don't suffer from the positive vibe that "singing" causes, until I got drowsy and fell asleep.
As I open my eyes for the next day, I still hear people singing. I covered my ears once more and shouted "Stop!" Fortunately, they screamed and ran away; they probably heard me. Good for them. I looked back and held one of the knives I possess. This knife. The first knife that ever came here. I remember a friend of mine with this knife, and her name is Love. She came up even before the first knife was shot. She is short and stout. She has more knives than I do, but she doesn't want to share any of them. She has no eyes, though.
Most of the time, when the walls go crazy, she comes up. We then play this game we made up. First, we get ready by comforting each other. Afterwards, the real game starts. Love is so good at throwing her spiky, dangerous knives at me that I can't attack her back anymore. She is very strategic. Sometimes, she tells me, "Look over there," so I look at the direction she points to, but I didn't know that she will surprise me with her nasty knives. Her best strategy? She duplicates herself; the other one being a male version of her. She's very good, I have to say.
I'm sick with this game we've been doing, but I guess that's how she likes to deal with me. Here it goes again. The wall is now bending. The dark colors start to fill up the cell and scatter. Someone tapped me from behind. I looked back and saw Love prepared with her new, fresh knives ready for some never-ending triumph against me. This time, she immediately threw a myriad of knives all at once. I got away quickly and struck her straight to the feet. She suddenly stabbed me in the heart, grabbed it out of my body, and squashed it. I screamed for help while I hear the people singing in delight. I slowly closed my eyes as I start to lose life.
I saw Depression, another friend of mine, killing the heck out of Love. He, Depression, assembled the pieces of my crushed heart and put it back in my body. I didn't have to thank him, because he always does this whenever Love invades me in my cell. The walls finally turned back to normal, and Depression faded out along with the darkness. I began to notice that the knife is almost near, for the noise, which it makes while making its way to me, is getting louder.
Honesty's blood appears to be sticky now. I stood up, took some of it with my finger, opened my mouth, and tasted it. It's not that bad. Suddenly, my bones froze and my brain shut down. I knew it was the end. I fell down hard on the floor. I tried to stand up as the noise from the hole became increasingly louder. The knife finally came out and went straight through my head. I lost consciousness and fell hard on the floor once more.
I woke up after two days. I rushed to the other wall to grab the fifth knife stuck. Then, I put the knife next to the fourth knife. I guess they're complete now. Suddenly, the walls began to bend again. What?! Why did all of my friends show up this time? I see Honesty alive again with his stitched lips, Love with her lethal knives, Depression with his cold hands, Sadness with her gargantuan syringe, and Trust with his prickly axe.
Each of them took one of my knives. "What's wrong, my friends?" I asked them. They didn't answer and grinned at me. I began crying for help as I hear the bells ringing, the children singing, and everyone celebrating outside. They slowly walked towards me while greeting "Merry Christmas." What in the world is Christmas? They prepared their attack and stabbed me repeatedly. I punched the concrete wall as hard as I can, but I was pushed down by Love and kicked by Sadness. I hear people outside shouting help for me, but I had to close my eyes as death is almost upon me.
I opened my eyes and found myself laying down on a hospital bed. It is December 24, one hour until midnight. The doctor came in and told me everything.
"We found you inside a concrete cell under the snow blanket of a street, and you were hallucinating yourself to death. Don't worry, if you were being killed, it's just hallucination and you have no injuries except the one in your head. The police department is now investigating how you got there. They also found five knives from an unknown source. By the way, you just need a little bit of rest and you're ready to go. Merry Christmas, buddy."
The doctor went out. I removed the dextrose injected to my hand and got off the bed. Upon going out of the room, I searched for the exit. After exiting the hospital, I went to the hardware store and bought some good quality rope. Then, I went to an abandoned house with a sturdy stool to stand on. I tied the rope, inserted my injured head around the knot, and kicked the chair down. "Merry Christmas."
The end.
