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A man goes into a journey of self discovery, and finds out that he's not who he seems to be.

Submitted: October 25, 2014

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Submitted: October 25, 2014



It’s 3:00 AM. There’s a black figure crawling out of my closet. I can’t make anything out of it, only the blood dripping from it. I would turn on the light, but it’s across the room where the figure is. I’m scared. I haven’t slept in over a week. All I hear is voices, and feel time go by as if everything else is an insignificant morsel crawling out of life’s deepest hell. Time is insignificant. Time isn’t real. I’m lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, and constantly looking back at the figure as it nonchalantly comes closer towards me. I’m steadily making out more of its appearance, as it walks towards me in an unusual manner. It vanished as soon as I made out what it was. It is now 7:00 AM. Time wistfully passed by as I had been putting my entire concentration on Teufel. Teufel is what I’ve decided to name the creature.

3:52 PM. I’ve decided to go to the restroom, and clean myself up while afterwards going to the library. I looked into the mirror. The bags under my eyes were like two opaque brown cut up pieces of cloth. My eyes were like two cut up tomatoes. In general I was unsanitary. I can hardly get out of bed, let alone actually shower. I decided to skip the cleaning up, and putting on some sandals, a white shirt, some sweats, and a beanie. As I was walking to the library, I noticed that there were no cars, no people, and no living thing besides me. I arrived at the library, and no one was there either. No librarian, no students, therefore having the whole library to myself. I sat on one of the benches in the library, and was reading a horror novel. It was about some lady going crazy, and killing her husband or something like that. I took a look at my watch. It is now 8:00 PM. I whispered to myself “Time isn’t real. Nothing is real.”

I awoke back at my bed. I don’t remember leaving the library, or coming home for that matter. I took a gander at the clock. It’s 3:00 AM. I decided to go to the restroom. I turned on the light as quickly as possible, because light seems to be my only friend at the moment. I was looking at the mirror, disappointed at myself. I took a look outside of the restroom’s window. The moon was a bleak figment of a binary world created by nothingness. It was beautiful. I went back into my room and sat on my bed. I looked at the clock. 5:00 AM. I looked at the closet. There was nothing there. I looked at the ceiling and said to myself “Thank goodness.” I felt a touch by my ear, with a whisper that said. “Don’t be thankful so soon.” I quickly looked where it came from. I looked into the eyes of it, of Teufel. They were white, but a kind of dark white. As if it was a different color. A color no one has seen before. Not grey, nor black. They were bright, but dark, they had deep black craters that you could see for miles, and its eyes didn’t end. They’re beautiful.
I went into the restroom, and looked at the mirror for one of the last times. I was getting worse, worse than I’ve ever been in my life. My eyes aren’t a dark brown anymore, they’re black. I felt the darkness seep into my skin, it feels like 10,000 sewing needles piercing your skin at once. The whites of my eyes are now dark red. I looked at the clock in the restroom. It’s 2:00 PM. I went outside to go for a smoke. I put the cigarette in the dry desert I call my mouth. I lit the cigarette and felt the heat pierce inside my throat. I coughed into my hand. There was blood. The blood evaporated into my hand and caused smoke to go across the sky, and inscribed letters into it. It said “Pathetic.” I looked at my watch. 12:44 AM. I whispered to myself “Time isn’t real, I swear it…I swear it…” Teufel appeared next to me, with blood still pouring from it. He…well, it whispered in my ear saying “You’re going crazy, aren’t you?” It gave a demonic choked up laugh, with blood pouring from out of it, as some of it sprayed on me, and looked back at me and said “Go to sleep, little one.”
It’s 3:00 AM, once again. I’m depressed. Every morning I forget what I look like, until I actually look into the mirror, and fall into deep disappointment when I look at who I am. Can you guess who I am? No one…maybe I’m just a guy who can’t sleep, and is going utterly crazy. Maybe in some other life I was a politician, a straight A student, something relevant. But right now I’m me, the guy who can’t sleep.
I went to take a look into the mirror, once again. I looked at a dark reflection of me, I was trying to figure out what—or who it was. It was Teufel.
I went through a crazy frenzy in, and out of my mind that I’ve slipped into the self-conscious barrier between me, and an imaginary ego that I see myself as. I’ve been trying to figure who I was since the beginning, trying to figure out who that was in my closet, trying to figure out what I do, who my parents are, who my significant other is, but I never figured it out because I was too busy on figuring out who I am, and now I finally know who I am.
I’m a monster.

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