I Am (oneshot)

I Am

Say it with me: I am. What am I? Who I am is different to everybody. To some people, I may be completely different than how other people see me. Like a funhouse mirror, my reflection is different to everyone. Nobody sees who you truly are because you don't want them to. It's a secret.

Our secret, just you, your mind, and your heart. The heart and mind are two very different things. One feels with passion, the other determines with logic. To some, the boundary has withered away.

I'm not here to tell you how you think and feel. That is up to you. Society shouldn't control what we do and who we are. Science cant tell you everything. Religion isn't always right.

Only you can decide that, dear. It's in your head.

We are all in your head. Ever wonder what those little whispers are? That is me, us, the world, influencing you and changing you to our own needs. The world is a marketplace, and we are its customers. Follow the leader, deary, or you'll get killed! The government is watching us so we will do what they want! Don't cry, sweetie, we're free!

Free as a caged bird! Freedom comes at no cost, just your freedom to chose! No extra charges, just your miserable, pathetic life!

Hooray!

Well, somebody's gotta say it: freedom comes at a cost.

It's always the mentally insane that are the ones to question everything. Why follow rules when you can break them?

Yes, you can come in. I've rambled for too long. Don't mind the blood on the wall, that was just me.

If you couldn't guess already, this is my mind. The little slice of insanity behind closed bars and wires and those annoying land-mines. Home sweet home, eh?

Sit down. I'll get something to drink. One crazy thought, or two? I prefer three, but that's just me.

None? Well, your choice, dearie. I've always thought the crazy thoughts where the best ones, but you can do as you like. I don't judge.

My name? Demented. Rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? No? Well now, aren't you a bundle of sunshine.

Why you're here? Darling, I thought you knew. I certainly don't. Most people avoid this place. I don't see why, I like it here. Charming and all. Bloodstains everywhere.

Yes, I'm getting off topic. What did you want?

You don't know? Well, I've got an answer for that:

You're depressed and suicidal! Yay!

Why else would you be here, dear? Tea and crumpets? Darling, I could see the tear stains and self-harm scars when you where just walking up the pathway.

I know what to look for, dearie, I see them every day in the mirror.

Ahem. Where was I? Right, why you where here.

I know you won't accept help. You never did. Always wanted to do it yourself, never wanted to be weighed down. Free as a hypothetical bird.

You think you have anxiety? Oh darling, of course you do. Your heart's thumping as I speak.

You don't talk much, do you?

Oh dearie, being quiet is quite charming. Especially to the people talking, haha!

Haha!

... I know what you want, dear.

I always knew.

You wanted freedom. Happiness. Choice.

You couldn't have it. You felt weighed down with responsibilities and stress. You wanted to escape.

Suicide is always an option, you reasoned. But you could never do it.

Are you happy now? Of course I could hear your heart, the heart monitor is louder than a old man snoring!

You are a coward!

Stop running!

You cant run from me! I'm in your head, I know your weaknesses, I know everything!

Your eyes are bleeding. You're cold.

You're scared.

I can help you, sweetie.

Just fall into my embrace.

Insanity is a way out.

Am I insane, you ask?

Oh sweetie, shouldn't you know this?
We are the same person, are we not?