Jeff x Evan?
The hallway seems to tighten with each step, slowly trying to suffocate me into its walls. How close your surroundings can get, never has sat that well with me. Yet, it reminds me of myself in a dark and twisted way. How dark it can get, and how you crumble whenever you enter it. With how uneasy your whole body becomes, as your throat becomes clamped up. Living with so many fears, never is the most fun thing in the world.
It's like looking in the depths of a lake. Watching the water make its way calmly down its home, as it looks for a escape. Wanting something else in life, besides being trapped in one single place. Circling back and forth, seeing familiar faces with each passing. Even if it wishes it never saw those faces again.
To trying to live a normal life, and showing people your not afraid of others. Yet, you can't keep your eyes on people when you walk in crowds. Having to result to moving your eyes every five seconds, hoping that nobody saw what was making you feel so much discomfort.
The voices are never a fun thing, whispering to me in a strange language. Telling me of treasure and gold, on the other side of the plain. A world away from this one, that sounds more like a fantasy then anything. The small whispers tell me it's not worth it, yet the voices like the competition. It becomes a yelling match, and I got a front row seat.
A small throw of a ball shouldn't make any normal person flinch. Yet, I'm not normal, am I? I've seen things no "normal" person could have dreamed of. Watching all of my friends die in front of me, as I face my own death by my own lovers hands.
It hurt, yes, I knew he wasn't in control. Yet, that didn't take away my fear as I saw that bright red can. I was already mentally, and physically defeated. Yet, that creature wanted to make sure I wasn't breathing. Even after death took me, the flames never can seem to leave me.
It wasn't a fast death, cause that would be to easy. The more slow ones are what people are sickly drawn to. They like hearing the pleas coming out of the victims mouth, yelling for forgiveness and mercy. Also how the body seems to dance in a strange motion, it makes the killer feel more powerful. As if they are a higher deity than the person that they destroyed from the inside.
Sometimes I wish I could turn back the clock, and somehow fix this mess. Maybe if I didn't go into that house by myself, and took Vincent with me. We would both still be by each other's sides, thinking of a way to change all of these negatives.
Yet, in the back of my mind, I know that there's no way of stopping him. The pawns in Habits little game, have done all of the work for him. All he has to do, is move his king just a little bit, for his little checkmate. Then the game will be over, and he can crown himself the king. With a soul screaming for freedom on the other side.
Habit try's to hide it, yet I can still see the man I love in his eyes. Doing everything in his will to not fully give in. Hoping that someday, that he can get the reigns back and everything will slowly change for the better.
I just wish I was there to see it all right next to them. Not having to tilt my head down, and praying that they will never have to suffer a death like mine. Yet, at least mine was quick, and not slow like there's.....
