Them.

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The brightly colored wallpaper with the beautiful designs has grown dull and boring to me.  Irritating, even.  My eyelids are fighting to stay open, and I am slumped over, almost falling down, but for some reason, I can’t fall.  I smell.  Everything smells of dirt, vomit, and other things that I need not mention. I continue to tell myself that I am going to die if I don’t get to leave soon.  I am absolutely drained, and I am horrified.

My brother enters the room, and he is, for some reason, not very shaken by the state I am in.  I turn to him, frantically.

“Alex, you’ve got to believe me.  They won’t let me eat, they won’t let me sleep, they won’t even let me sit down.  I haven’t been able to leave this room in three days.”  

“Who’s them?”  He asks me, and his voice sounds synthetic, almost as if he is acting in a horrible T.V. show.  I know instantly that the person who I am looking at is not my real brother.  Still, I force myself to look him in the eyes.

I glare at him, my eyes yellow and sickly, and slowly, very slowly, raise a hand above my head.  I point to it.  The thing, the thing.  The light has been hovering over my head for three days, and ever since that god forsaken thing showed up, I haven’t had a will of my own.

It looks like a diamond, or a gem of some sort, but it glows a bright green color.  It’s much brighter than anything I’ve seen before, and it looks like something out of a video game.  I want to sob, but I can’t.  I really, really can’t.

“Who?”  The person who looks like Alex asks again, and fakeness his voice makes me feel sick.

I gather up enough stamina to form a response, weakly pointing at the neon-green diamond once again.  I choke out one word.

“Them.”