A Twisted Fate

Together as one

He continued to speak to me as the days went by, appearing as my reflection in anything that would allow it to be shown. Car windows, the tv screen and even the picture frames that adorned the walls were hosts for his form, taunting me and subjecting me to his madness.

His madness led me to this point in my life, standing in front of this victim. The cold steel of the knife I held in my hand, shaking like the rest of me and his form whispering from the reflection of the blade.

You know what needs to be done. Make him suffer for your suffering. Make him pay

His voice spoke truth as the images replayed in my mind of all the torture I endured by my victims hands, only this time the tables were turned. He knew it too, begging for his life and asking why I was doing this as if he had no clue.

I chuckled at his agony as I watched him writhe in his chains, the anger and fear taking turns playing across his features. I wanted to make him suffer but something inside kept eating at me. I know my victim did some pretty horrible things but did he deserve this? Should I be the one doing this?

Yes! Get back at him for what he has done! You deserve this.

~*Earlier that day*~

"Sorrow? You home?" Savannah called up from the stairs, her steps following behind her voice as she made her way to my room.

"Yeah I'm in my parents room. I Figured today would be a good day to get rid of their junk. It's everywhere." I let out a huff of air as I set the last box of my parents belongings on their bed and looked at Savannah who was now standing in the doorway.

"Are you keeping anything to remember them by? Trinkets or jewelry, something?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked down in the box of useless things.

"What for? These things mean nothing to me and will just contribute to bills or things I actually need." I taped together another box and began placing more objects into it, only to be stopped when Savannah picked up the picture frame that held a family portrait. His presence reflected on the glass making a gasp escape my lips.

"You look so young in this photo. You were how old?" Savannah asked as she studied the photo but I was distracted by the devilish grin that was spreading across his lips. "Hello? Sorrow? Earth to sorrow!" She waved her hand in front of me, distracting me from him.

"Sorry I'm not feeling the greatest today. What did you ask?" I looked away from her and back to the photo that was now void of his trace.

"How old were you when this picture was taken?" Savannah repeated as she place the picture back into the box and began sifting through the other things.

"I was eight at the time. That was actually taken before my father became a drunk asshole." I sighed and turned, throwing the last few things in the box before I closed them.

I started stacking the boxes near the door as the silence lingered between us.  It wasn't until after we left the room that she decided to speak again.

"How about I get you out of this place for awhile? It's not healthy for anyone to be locked up in their house all the time." Her voice held a hint of sadness as she followed me to my room and leaned against the doorway.

"I don't mind being here alone. I rather enjoy it. What did you have in mind though?"

"Come to the football game with me tonight. Adrian will be playing with his band during the half time show and he would really appreciate your support. He misses having you around at school." I groaned at the thought of being at school again, even if it was only for a game. "You don't have to stay the whole time. just suck it up and be a friend."