Matt wondered around the corridors, ‘What’s left for me now? Everybody is dead, everything is gone.’
That’s right, you’ve lost it all. You have no right to live.
Matt looked around in horror, hoping someone was there; rather the alternative.
No right to live at all, you fail; game over.
He paused in his tracks, “You aren’t real, get out of my head!” Matt said, voice rising slightly.
Don’t lie to yourself, of course I’m real. I’m you, only I have courage.
Matt’s eyes widened, “I-I have courage.” He stuttered, only half believing in his words.
You, courage? Hahahaha, I haven’t heard such a funny joke in such a long time!
Matt tried to stand tall, “I-I DO have c-courage!” He protested, trying to convince himself.
Oh yes, you are courageous. I have an example, “Please, don’t kill Mommy!” Hahaha
Matthew cringed at his cynical laughing, and his words.
You are weak, you couldn’t protect the ones you cared about. All you did was sit there and sob. Weak.
“I am not weak!” Matt shouted
Matt curled into a ball on the floor and placed his hands over his ears, “Shut up, liar!” He shouted at the dark voice. His entire body shook.
Die here, so no one can see how pathetic you are.
Matt clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, “Shut up, no!” He shouted to the darkness, “Leave me alone!”
Leave you alone? No, I want to watch you die here, all alone, pathetically crying out.
With all the energy the black-haired boy had, he stood up and bolted down the corridor. “L-leave me alone!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. But no matter how fast he ran, the darkness hung over him like a cloud.
That’s right, run like the useless child you are! You could do nothing to prevent your clan from falling!
Matt arrived into a small parlor room, his favorite room in the old mansion. He bolted to the old leather chair where he often sat to remember his father. He curled up in it again, acting like a defenseless little child.
“Like” a defenseless child, please. You ARE one.
The voice chuckled; Matt slowly uncurled himself slightly to look out the old windows. Rain poured down, making the ‘splish splash’ sound. A hazy figure stood beside him. Matt’s eyes widened in fear before he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head in his arms, “G-get away from me!” He shouted again
Don’t you get it? Don’t you see how weak you are? It would be better for you to die, and join your family.
The chair turned around 180 and Matt faced the desk, it was oddly empty. Matt stared at it for a moment before jumping, a needle and a vile of clear fluid appeared out of thin air. Matthew stared at it in horror, his hand quivered slightly as if debating to pick it up. It neared the needle slightly.
See? It would be easy to do the world a favor and rid yourself of it. A slight pinch, then oblivion. Go ahead; be brave for once in your life, and act like the 15 year old you are. End your life, do it!
His hand levitated over it, would it be this easy to put an end to the torment?
Yes, all the pain and suffering will go away.
Matt’s hand picked up the needle and filled it with the clear liquid, he held the tip of the needle to his wrist; he paused. “I-is this brave?” He asked in a childish voice.
The needle punctured his flesh, and he fell to the ground.