[I]“I’ve been having these weird visions lately… I think I’m losing it. Is it me? Is it, someone else? Is it something else? Where am I? What am I; Do I even know? I suppose not. Is this for real? Am I for real? Who cares anymore? Do I care? How can I, I’m not real!”
The boy spoke oddly to what seemed like no one. He was standing somewhere, and the floor was bright; while the surrounding space was dark. It was black as night, or maybe just a much darker shade of the day. He couldn’t tell. He was still talking though senseless babbling to nobody in particular.
“What’s going on here?” He questioned.
“Are you afraid?”
“Not a chance.”
“Are you sure you’re not afraid?”
“Why would I be scared?”
“Because it’s dark in here, of course.”
“I’m not afraid of the dark!”
“I suppose that’s true, but… aren’t you afraid of what lies INSIDE the dark?”
The voice speaking was ominous, but oddly reminiscent of the voice inside his own head. It was almost like hearing himself talk, only the voice he was hearing made chills go up his spine, and was a tad deeper.
“I know you’re scared Jacob. You always were afraid of the monsters in the dark. They’ve ALWAYS been out to get you, huh?”
“There are NO monsters in the dark!” He yelled.
“Think of all the people you’ve hurt though; your dad and your grandpa? And what about yourself? You don’t think this was all just one big accident, do you?”
“No! But it wasn’t my FAULT!”
“But we both know it was Jacob. YOU know it was!”
“That’s not true! Daddy did what he HAD to do! He only did what was best for us!”
“Really? You think so? How is turning us into a baby ‘beneficial’ to anyone?”
“It makes me feel better!”
“That’s an interesting concept in and of itself, Jacob. But tell me this then; if we’re happy, doesn’t that have to mean someone else is sad?”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it! If you buy an ice cream cake, and then you eat a piece, that’s a little less for the next guy! When you wet yourself, that dirty diaper has to be changed by SOMEONE, and how do you think THEY feel about it?!”
“It’s their job!”
“But that doesn’t mean they are happy, does it?”
“Well, I guess not…”
“Your happiness is always another’s sadness or hate, remember that.”
“If you’re saying it I WILL remember it.”
“Your still naive little one. Note that just because you play all day, doesn’t mean that I can’t have some fun once in a while.”
“I already told you, you’re not coming out to play any more after the LAST time!”
“If you insist on hiding me, be my guest! Just remember that that makes me angry.”
“You’re not going to hurt anyone anymore!”
“I wouldn’t be so quick to use the word HURT like that… think of it more as protecting our collective asses, as your dad would say.”
“He did used to say that a lot…”
“Be cautious little one. I’ll see you again one day. And I’ll give you a little time out if I think you need it.”
“Right…”
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