In A Orange Peeled World

Some One

Who am I? Just a conscious in existence. A mind within a mind.

I was stuck in a sphere. Bubbled above everyone. I had no meaning.

It was like I saw all! But all did not see me. There was something deeper then the connections around. I wanted to hide myself. But I also wanted to be found. 

Looking at all the deceptions No One has created. I was deep within his consciousness. When ever he would fall asleep, I would come out. Almost like his shadow.

I discovered his emotions. His affections. I was No One, but better. I could change the way he thought, if he'd let me. But I was scared. To be honest, I think he was scared.
To the moments where I would roam in the cities of his mind. Other people, other citizens, civilizations. His dreams were as vivid as Reality. Every aspect. Down to the last detail. In fact his mind was more advance then reality.

That's when I came across the tower. Also known to be, his spinal cord. Within a mind within a soul within a body. I wasn't going to hurt him. If he didn't try anything. He was important to me. My host.

Entering the tall tower, Walking up the stairs to look out to the digital sky. 

"Floor 33"

I read on the last door. Just before I entered it. There was a mainframe computer. With cords leading to a screen. And with lights centered, they spotted on a chair.
Looking at the monitors. Looking at the other screens. Who was working this ship?

I walk over to the chair and looked at what it was pointing at. Other screens above.

Colors. Flashing. Purple, Orange, Green, Yellow, blue... ... red.

The chair looked so comfortable to sit in. I didn't want to watch just colors.
Black.
White.

I look down at my hands and wiggled my fingers. Thinking to myself,
"Am I real? "

I slowly studied the chair before sitting in it. And once I did. I realized, I was never born. I had no father. I had no mother. I was, Alone.

Then the chair clamps on my arms and a harness pulls me back. The seat rises on a pole and keeps me leveled to the Color flashing screens.

All the screens moved to a side besides one. It's lowered. In front of my face. On the screen, all of the colors spun together.

A head appeared from it all. Then I was watching something. It was.. her Everything. Another screen came to the side. When No One was watching her outside of her job. Getting flirty with a customer. That whole scene. It kept replaying.

Then the Gunshot. But I never saw what happened after that shot. Everything rushing to my dead body. Savannah walking away pulling her hood over.

Everything cried over my body. Another ambulance I was in. Then I was brought to my grave.

Everything walked home countless nights. Never aging a bit. There'd be nights she look out into the sky. Her fire pit, watching the burning wood turn to

She only drank teas and coffee. Never did she have a soda or pop, pop or a soda. She'd cry even in the shower. Bringing a razor to her wrist.