She Has A Pretty Face Though (Part XXVI)

Disclaimer

The following is one of many installments for a story designed specifically for my blog.  While it does step out of my usual genre, there are some things still not suitable for a younger audience.  Violent/Graphic descriptions, strong language and sexual situations may be found through different sections.  Each entry will tell a small portion of the story during different times and may not directly follow the one prior to it.  

This story follows the direct interactions, as well as the deteriorating thoughts of a young man who is struggling not only with the relationships he has with those around him, but with the relationship he has with himself as well.

Finally, all work is strictly fiction and does not reflect the views of the author.  Any resemblance to actual person(s) is only a coincidence.

If this isn’t your cup of tea, then avoid these excerpts and hopefully I’ll see you around my other posts and webseries!

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There was no telling how long he had been floating in the darkness.  Time didn’t pass the same way as it did on the outside.  He couldn’t close his eyes, or open them, and there was no way to be sure because the darkness was complete.  There was never complete silence where he was hidden.  He could hear the steady drumbeat of his heart.  It reverberated off of the unseen walls around him and his very being seemed to vibrate with the sound that passed through him.  At first it was as unnerving as the darkness around him, but he soon grew to be comforted by it.

Nor was he alone.  He could hear the voices of others, always indistinguishable, always speaking in the distance.  After several minutes (hours?) of trying to decipher what they were saying, he had decided the venture useless.

He had also tried to move himself by making swimming motions.  While he thought he could feel the actions being produced, it still remained that he could not feel himself.  He grudgingly began to accept that the only aspect of himself which existed here was the essence of his soul.

His spirit was broken.  The other had come and gone on several occasions, tormenting him with his cruel words.  Sometimes he spoke to him of what he was seeing through Scott’s eyes.  Others, he laughed maniacally.  The last time this happened, Scott had screamed until he had passed out.

Except, there was no passing out in here.  There was no sleep, no escape and he was beginning to feel exhaustion more acutely than when he HAD been in control.  The only thing he could do was to pull himself into as tight of a ball as he could and try to recuperate his energy.

Several days (seconds?) later, two almond shaped portals slowly opened in the distance.  The light that poured in from each, pierced him like two fiery daggers causing him to scream once more.

“SCOOOooottt!  Wakey, wakey!”

The other spoke in sing-song, mocking him with its playful sarcasm.  Of course he knew that Scott was awake.  He took pleasure in the pain that he caused him.

“What do you want,” Scott asked weakly.

“I need you to get up.  The library is going to close soon.”

“But how,” he asked, unsure of how to continue.

“Think of it as slipping on a pair of gloves.”

It sounded simple enough, and he thought that he could ‘feel’ himself spreading into his arms and legs, but he was confused.  How was it that the other knew how to do this and had never yet done it?

“Because, you fucking moron, I don’t want to control you.  I thought you would have gotten that by now.”

The words hurt.  He didn’t know why, but there was something about them that just grabbed onto his heart strings and pulled.

“Don’t puss out on me now.  I need you to stand up and start walking.”

Scott mechanically followed the orders from the other, and when ‘his’ voice screamed at him to grab his things before he left, he silently obeyed.  This was a feeling like none other he had ever experienced.  He could feel the inside of his body, but from the prison of his consciousness, it did indeed feel as if he was slipping into glove-like containers.  A thought crossed his mind and he giggled madly.  He was wearing a Scott suit!

Because the other could hear his every thought, ‘he’ began to cackle as well and together, the two lumbered their way out of the library.  To anyone watching, they (Scott) could have been the greatest zombie actor this side of All Saints.

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