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A Story~ a Beginning~ a Coincidence

It’s strong, the terrifying yet non-existent being in my mind. It pulls no drags me towards emptiness.
“Come …” it whispers in my head, its shallow voice draining me of life.
“No! Please…” I beg my cries silent in the darkness.
“No more…please” my pleads; feeble and weak held no power and I succumbed to the darkness. The last sound I heard; its cruel laughter mocking my existence.

Three years passed since my mental death, since the darkness with its sweet laughter and tempting calls took over my life. Its voice always lucking in the deepest corridors of my mind always there just out of sight, waiting for a chance to strike again. I’m sitting in white room #1, the one outside in that world; the world that holds light, and world with them…outside people. The white room is noisy on this the twenty seventh day of the dead month. The people are plotting some form of gathering; I don’t know much about it, only that this gathering it is called a ‘Halloween Party’. It’s another weird custom of…other people.
“Useless…” the voice of torture whispers in my ear, I’ve been hearing it a lot lately…I’m afraid. I can’t run it’s pulling me deeper…where did the light go?

According to the timekeeper I’ve been unconscious for exactly twenty nine minutes and…three…four seconds since; ‘it’ took control on the twenty seventh day. The white one in this room, white room number six so far; this white one who seemed to want to camouflage her self in the dreadful décor with her white frock and red cross, keeps prodding me, questioning me. I didn’t respond, that is, the voice it gets angry when I communicate with the outsiders especially ones called parents. After exactly thirty minutes and five…six…seven seconds the white one realises me in to the gateway. I always thought the gateway was a funny thing to call it but I could never remember the proper word for it, it was lined all the way with metal storage cases what do you call those again…oh forget it as I was saying it was lined with metal storage cases right down to a place known by outsiders as the Principal’s office odd name if you ask me. This morning I remember an outside titled the receptionist handing me a key to storage case number thirteen. At this point in time that was my location in front of number thirteen. It was now exactly fifty nine minutes and ten…eleven seconds from nine hours and forty nine minutes on the twenty seventh day. That meant that they would be coming. I overheard some outsiders conversing this morning about something called a ‘Welcoming Committee.’ Given that they were talking about me I saw no wrong in simply acquiring some information. I learnt that a “Welcoming Committee” was a group of outsiders who where suppose to greet new members of this institution and make them feel “welcomed” that’s a laugh. They where made up of ‘popular’ outsiders, whatever ‘popular’ meant. Yes I knew the concept of “welcoming” it was just a word used to make the torture seem polite and okay in the eyes of outsiders. I remembered exactly what welcoming felt like…it felt like pain it was in the plainest terms it was authorized bullying. The voice chose this moment to laugh, reason…while I was lost in my thoughts the “popular welcoming committee” had arrived. “Worthless…useless…anyone outside my world, they’re all useless.
“No communication with the outside world.” I cringed, its frequent reminders came with a toll that being my strength…my body racked with familiar pain, my eyes moistened but I held back tears I was in the presence of others and I had dignity and I also had nowhere to run.

If I’m not mistaken it had taken them five minutes and four no six seconds to get from white room number two to my metal storage case (number 13); eager aren’t they. My timekeeper called it 10:05 a.m. it left of the six seconds, so useless. The outsiders ‘welcoming committee” was made up of two unattractive identical brunettes (is that the word, I forget, the voice does not allow much memories) sluts sorry I mean girls which I shall now refer to as outsiders two and three, and one wow need I say more attractive boy who will be referred to as outsider one (thousand yen says he’s a jerk); in all three sure to be annoying outsiders.
“Well if it isn’t Star Ocean’s resident Goth girl, enjoying your first day of school?” the boy outsider sneered at me (you owe me a thousand yen). The two other outsiders snickered at this, I knew their positions in the hierarchy immediately, they weren’t important just two pawns kept to make the leader look good, they where snivellers easily replaceable in the group, they only followed the one with the most power they would stab you in the back at a moments notice. At this thought I cocked my head to one side looking up at the outsiders. The male outsider was to put it mildly, pissed off and I could see why; sometime between his ‘question’ and my thoughts the two sluts sorry girls (I really have to correct that habit) latched on to his arms. He was presently shouting and screaming and *******. Outsiders two and three shoved pass me walking away in anger; from my position on the ground I could see that Outsider one was rather pleased with this situation, as he smirked triumphantly as the trudged away. I cocked my head at his behaviour usually the boss tolerated the lackeys…I don’t know may be they had dirt on him or something (reminder to self make mental note of this for future reference.)
“You got some thing to say freak!” his voice snapped me from my inner musings. I blinked slowly allowing myself to be brought back to this reality. However, by the time I was focused enough to make sense of his words the outsider had walked of mumbling what sounded like “creepy a** Goth people.”






*These asterisks represent a portion of time that is characterized by bad language and several insults to family members of said annoyances after which resulted present situation.