Cosmic Killer

DEMONtia

Sometimes, quiet is violent...
I find it hard to hide it.
My pride is no longer Inside,
It's on my sleeve my skin will scream
Reminding me of who I killed
Inside my dream
I HATE this car
That I'm driving
There is no hiding for me...

Ugh.
I didn't even bother opening my eyes this time. I could feel the dirt irritating my skin and brushing my eyelashes as I moved my head slightly. Ever so slightly... I opened my eyelids a tiny sliver, and to my surprise an abundant ray of light blinded my retinas. Oh boy. I'm outside for the first time in weeks.

This'll be interesting

"Who... Who thats.." I heard a murmured voice whisper from somewhere around me. The voice sounded like the person hadn't eaten, or drank any water in months. "No one." The same voice snapped at itself. "Walk away. Before get in trouble"

Just ignore it.

We should probably get up and see where we are...

Or we could just sit on the ground and procrastinate.

I slowly used my weak, bruised, damaged arms to push myself out of the dirt. In the process, my eyes adjusted to To the bliNDING SUN. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in my left knee, but decided to ignore it. Once I was off the ground, my eyes opened all the way, I could finally see where the heck I was.

It was a small area, not much to look at. Mostly just random grass patches in a field of dirt. The real sight was the people. Out of the about 20-25 people, only 2 of them were female.

DID YOU JUST ASSUME GENDER!1!?

Yes I did. FIGHT ME.

One girl, who looked to be around my age, sat in the corner of the place we were in. She had ratty faded pink hair, that was light brown at the roots. Her piercing blue eyes darted around the room and her thin mouth murmured words under her breath as she rocked back and fourth.

back and fourth.

back and fourth...

I began to approach her, trying to be cautious. I didn't know what to expect. But I did what any normal person would do.

Stare at her and not say a word. Because I have great social skills.

"She's got Dementia." I heard a voice say. I turned to my right, from where to voice was coming from, and saw the same man who carried me out of my room. Ugh. He needs to get out.

"Her name's Dagon, you can talk to her if you want, but she hasn't talked to anyone in months... Besides herself!" He mustered a laugh at his own remark, but I didn't find it funny. A sniff escaped from his nose as he walked away, leaving Dagon and I.

To my surprise, her eyes peered at me, and she stopped rocking.

"What do you want." She softly, elegantly whispered. It seemed that Even though the light was on in her head, no one was home.

I stuck out my bleeding hand. "I'm Cosmia. I've been admiring your eyes actually." My mouth curved to a friendly smile, to show I was normal.

Ha. That's gold.

What?

That were normal.

Dagon stared worriedly at the incisions in my hand. "I'm Dagon." She spoke. "Which is the only thing I can ever remember..."

I felt horrible. Dagon was broken. She was all alone, in this musty corner of an asylum, and she didn't even know it.

Let's be her friend

YEAH! Can we keep her?

Suddenly, a loud whistle blew, and everyone turned around to face the man with the whistle. Except one especially cheerful man, who was casually strolling around in circles, Not a care in the world.

"Arthur!" The man with the whistle bellowed. All eyes turned to the cheerful man. He kept strolling. "ARTHUR!!!" He repeated, seemingly more enraged. The cheery man was startled, and jumped that time. "Yes sir sorry sir." He said under his breath, but still not making eye contact with anyone.

"Everyone inside." The man with the whistle said, moving his hand towards the asylum. "Don't be like Arthur." Arthur smiled like a goof. Everyone rolled their eyes, and began marching to the doorway.

We all got inside, and I realized how cold it actually was out there. The chill of the outside left my body, to make room for the new warm, cuddling feeling inside. I looked over at Dagon to see her still shivering. Poor thing. I also noticed how short she was... Her height was about a foot and a half shorter than mine, and her long faded pink hair came to her hips.

Dagon looked back at me. "What are you staring at me for... You freak!" Then she speedily maneuvered through the crowd we were walking amongst.

Dementia... That's what it means.

To forget stuff?

Yeah... It's like there's a demon in her head throwing away her memories.

Dude lets call it DEMONtia

It was hard to keep up, but I managed. When we got to a curve she thought she could loose me by spinning around it with ease, but she stopped abruptly to figure out where she was. "Wait..." She squinted her eyes. "I was just outside..."

I crashed into her, and was laying on the floor, trying to catch my breath by panting like an imbecile. Dagon raised her hands to look at straight on, and just stared at them. Just... Stared.

It was quiet... But not the good quiet.

Sometimes quiet can be violent...

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Whoo another chap. :P

Is there anyone who forget about my book? Because I feel like people have stopped reading. I mean that's probably from me not updating but WHATEVER. Hope you enjoyed, love you all.

Galaxy~

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