Pessimist

This world is a pathetic existence. Each day all I see are bumbling idiots that buzz past in mindless routines. They all act like nothing is happening, but everyone has that superstition in the back of their mind that someone is out to get them - and someone usually is. Of course, I try not to involve myself in such petty matters. They are obscurely irritating and the disgusting low lives around you will cling to you like a parasite as they feed from your dismay, covering it up with empty support. How awful can one society be? If they don’t agree with you, you are showered with labels even though they hate the existence of the very word. Hypocrisy at its finest. Unfortunately enough, me being stuck in the low point of my teenage years, I’m forced around these people on a daily basis. If only I could escape this ever living hell-

“Wake up you lazy thing!” Booms a yell that shatters my eardrums. I sit up in a start, almost hitting the fuming monster next to me. Oh right, school. I glance up to the flaring eyes of my teacher. She's all bark and no bite... How wasteful. After seeing my lack of care, she goes back to the front in a huff. I slump into my hands and look lazily around the dirty classroom. Students sit dotted in perfect lines, acting like slaves to the program that they hate profusely. Such a sight is so uncomfortable that I just have to pull my eyes away. I glance out through the window, not much to see as grey clouds of smoke parade through the city, showing the so-called success of the city.

Whilst I hate such a sight to no end, it is far more enticing than the old hag that blathers on at the front. The mocking tone of the school bell is not much later, but much to anyone's dismay, the one that has us trapped never takes this seriously.

"I will hand you your homework on your way out." She croaks, and the class rises in perfected order. Of course, it's pretty difficult to escape the program - so I follow in line and grab the homework as well. It's only one sheet, but the sheer idea that free time will be taken away from me makes it as heavy as a thousand.

I walk quickly out of the school in a hurry to reach the gate - I wouldn't want someone to talk to me. Of course, luck isn't particularly my strong suit. I feel a hand grip my shoulder as my thick - headed neighbor catches up to me.

"Wait for me!" He moans. I glance at him, dread filling my soul. But some one like me gets you nowhere in life. That's when it happens, the reluctantly-formed smile clambers on to my face.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" I laugh. I shrug off the unwanted hand and walk faster. Hoping to shake him without his realisation - but he keeps up with me. Aside, I sigh to myself and force another smile, I'm getting pretty good at those. "Are you going to the shop today?" I ask, hoping for a chance to escape.

"Nope!" He says, cheerfully.

I tilt my head. "Is that so?" I enquire, filled with displeasure. He just nods with oblivious relaxation and we head out of the main gate. I can feel a knot twist in my heart as I drag my feet alongside him - I feel like a moving statue, each step grinding against me. Each thought screeching at me to run ahead.

Luckily the journey is short and I rush into the safety of my home with as few words exchanged. Once the door shuts behind me I feel my heart relax one more and I let out a conserved breath. I sigh and walk toward the stairs that lead the way to my room. The house looms in a satisfying darkness, no people means no talking. I crawl up the stairs desperately and jump into the comfort of my room. But comfort is a difficult thing. My room is neither messy nor clean. I wouldn't want it either way, as things get lost.

Keeping the room in the murky darkness, I wonder up to the spotlight mirror above my desk and flick it on without hesitation. I hate these things; they bring out every fault that lies upon your skin. I honestly have no clue why such vile objects exist, let alone why my family would find it necessary to disgrace me with one. They definitely hate me - no doubt about it.

My eyes drift to the dark room that surrounds me. The darkness is a strange thing - it makes you see things that aren't really there. Such as the blurred figure that looms by the doorway. My eyes drift back to me and I place a hand on my face, it's got freckles burrowed into the skin and my dark green fringe is pulled across a bed of acne.

I make disgusted eye contact with myself. I can feel my reflection mock me as it pierces all of my soft spots. I really don't get the phrase there's nothing to fear but fear itself. Don't people get it? It's not a stupid emotion that you should be afraid of - no. The thing to truly fear is the person that dwells inside of you. It's their fault you are afraid. It's their entire fault!

With a frustrated sigh I turn off the light and look back at the reflection that dwells in the darkness. Wait. That can't be right. My - the hairs on my neck are stroked upwards and a chill sparks in my heart. What stares back at me is not - those can't be my eyes, right? Two illuminating balls of light glare through the mirror. My eyes aren't a dull brown anymore, but a bright blue that pierce the darkness. I can't breath. All I feel is the feeling of something brush my insides. The hand of fear caresses my gut and the whispers of adrenaline pounds in my ear.

In shock I grab at the string and pull the light on - still stiff with nerves. I glance back at my eyes. They're back to their normal brown and I sigh with relief. I sit back in my chair and feel myself start laughing. I can't stop, the strangled laughter keeps going uncontrollably and I spin around in my chair. I catch another glance at the shape by the door. Oh yeah, what was that? I turn my chair back to the door and study the doorway. The figure seems closer than I thought. It is just out of the reach of the mirror light so I'm unable to make out what it is. I go to stand up but I'm interrupted by a voice that whistles from that direction.

"No need to get up." Says the voice. How irritating, I don't need mysterious figures right now. The figure steps into the light revealing itself. A tall man stands before me with a white suit and black, styled hair. He has a sickly grin carved onto his face that distracts me from his hands moving into a clap. As soon as his hands make contact, the room is plunged into darkness and I am met with two glowing yellow eyes.

"W-who are you?" I stutter. All this is met with is a chuckle as the eyes start to fade away. Typical, you never get information in thes situations. I get up from my seat and try to grab him. But I'm met with empty space.

I sigh, gripping my head in confusion. What was that? I pull my neck behind me to look for the mirror but I'm met with absolute darkness. Maybe it was a hallucination? I stretch my hands out in front of me and creep forward, but I'm met with nothing but a sudden cool breeze that runs up my back. There is no use in looking for a way out of a place that doesn't exist - so I sit down and place my face in my hands.

"What, not going to look for a way out?" Mocks the whispers of the man. There is no use in replying to these types of people so I just shrug into the darkness. A disbelieving laugh surrounds me. The louder it gets, the more I want to shrink into a ball of nothingness. The laughing grinds to a halt and I stretch my neck up into the darkness.

"Go away." I mumble.

"Huh? Go away? Why?" Cries the voice. "I'll teach you to talk back to me, boy." The mood of the void falls to darkness as a spotlight illuminates the area beside me. My thick-headed neighbor steps into it holding a crazed glare on me with his hands behind his back.

"How - how could you lie to me?" He cries darkly. The twisting feeling returns and I feel my headshake as my eyes lock onto his. They reach into my throat and clamp my voice box shut. All I can do is scream silently at him as he pulls his hand away from behind his back. Tears run down his face and drip onto the axe that sits, shaking in his white palms. "Answer me!" He yells before hacking at my arm. Fear wells up inside me as I slowly look down to my detached arm. Sparks fly from it as it wriggles to a stop on the ground. All I can hear are my deafening breaths whilst I look at my shoulder that sits without blood. The sight of wires stains my sight and my eyes fill with tears. I wipe at them with my attached hand and look at it, shaking uncontrollably. It's doused in a black liquid that gives off the pungent scent of oil. My mouth hands open in a lost scream and I can't move at all - frozen in indescribable fear.

His laughs fill the area and I close my eyes tightly. The screaming rounds to a sudden stop and I'm bathed in silence. My body feels numb and a blinding light breaks through my closed eyes. Instinctively I place my hand to my eyes and drag them open.

They quickly focus on the room around me. It's a grey cell with walls that peel around me. I'm strapped to a chair and a headpiece is on my head. I struggle weakly against the straps but it's no use. That's when the padded cell door opens. A man in a lab coat walks into to the room with a worried look on his face. He starts talking but I can barely hear him as ringing parades in my ears.

All I can make out is: "How did you get out of your unit?" And "We need to fix this." Before a mask is placed on me, returning me to the darkness.