• He's there.
    He's always been there.
    Ever since I was a child, I've felt him there. In the darkest corners of my mind,
    He lives, and thrives, most of the time, without concerning me.
    But there are times he makes himself known.
    There are times he takes control.
    When he steps into the light of my mind, and with the tips of his cold fingers quickly snuffs out any remaining sanity struggling to survive there.

    He holds me in his grasp, so crushingly chilly.
    I feel the hands around my neck.
    I feel the nails in my skin.
    It's. Terrifying.


    He's twisted. Inhuman. His thoughts and mine are separate, and yet,
    Every day that goes by, they are slowly, agonizingly, becoming one in the same.
    And it scares me.
    Those eyes.
    They're piercing.
    They're wicked.
    Demonic.
    Posesssing.
    They burn into my soul, melting, evaporating and destroying all of me, every part of me.
    He's replacing me with his own being.

    He's been there as long as I can remember.
    Controlling me.
    Leading me.
    Pulling my strings.
    Snapping them.
    Reattaching them.

    I am the marionette. Nothing more.

    Oh, that sick laughter. It rings through my head and burrows its way down through my body, singeing everything it passes,
    Leaving traces of him behind, until they become embedded inside of me.
    They start to grow...

    He touches the inner wall of my mind.
    That single touch grows rapidly out of control and consumes me, wrapping its darkness around me.
    Constricting me. Squeezing me.
    Choking me.

    All of me.

    And…
    The horrendous things he has me do-

    Wait.

    He's coming.
    I feel him.
    He's awakening, slowly.
    I hear him.
    He's snickering.

    I'll plug my ears.

    …

    I should know by now, it won't help…
    He's inside…

    He's up.

    I feel his footsteps in my head.
    Already I'm starting to get chills.
    There's goosebumps on my arms.

    My body's so numb.
    I don't know what he's planning to do this time…

    He's seeping down into my thoughts.

    I feel dizzy.

    …

    He's got me…
    He has me.

    But he's waiting. He's just. Waiting.
    For what, I don't know.
    But...

    …He says hello…