Sometime, early in the morning, someone woke up.
'Ugh, time to wake up again' I thought as I rose from my soft and clean bed. There can be nothing more pleasant to the senses than the gentle sunrise peeking over your window, but I didn't have that. Thanks to the one and only window in my room being only some centimeters tall. I couldn't watch the marvels of nature unless I snuck out my own house, which was rather impossible.
It was a rather strange case, being locked in. A normal person would've probably already gone completely insane within the first few months, as the rule of three states (three months without social contact).
I never quite knew why I was treated with such fear and disgust, though it was probably because of her.
'Journal Entry No. 2356,
Although I have gotten used to my circumstances, I still long for a normal family. The last time she came out was time immemorial. She hasn't wanted to come out since.' I wrote, when suddenly, I felt tears running down my face and sinking themselves into my skin and the coarse paper I was writing on. I wiped my tears with my soft sleeve and turned my head so that my room was in view.
An impeccably clean room is what I saw; an organized and ever-filling bookshelf whose origin was unknown to me, filled with my latest and oldest obsession: swordsmanship. Commodities that most people don't have in a regular bedroom, as to make me go insane much less probable. Not one speck of dust in sight.
My compulsive tendencies probably came from not being able to really talk to anyone besides my parents, and those times were rare and truly unenjoyable.
A few hours had passed since I woke up, when I heard the ever-so familiar sound of a metal tray sliding through the door. As I stepped up to the door to grab the tray of delicious food I was delivered every day, I heard a voice on the other side of the door say in a shrouded and mournful tone, "You are free, Sy. Sorry for being so terrible." and moments later, the flash happened.
A sudden blinding flash of light glowed with unexpected permanence. For seconds I laid blinded on the floor instinctively yelling for help. But the flash of light was only the beginning of the seemingly everlasting torture I had to endure. Seconds after the flash, a deafening explosion made my insides churn and vibrate and walls rumble. Then, came the real agony.
The most excruciating pain I had ever felt rained down on me; it felt like hot knives were stabbing and scorching my skin and claws were ripping my insides from the inside in. My limbs went limp from the pain, and I passed every waking moment wishing the sweet relief of death… But it never came.
I remember something particular in my mind breaking during the anguish, a cage. It felt like tangible hatred was corrupting my mind and heart. It was her. When broke out, seemingly and surprisingly, the pain stopped. And I somehow managed to enjoy it. I laughed and screamed shouts of joy, yet I knew it was not me. When the agonizing pleasure ended, I felt anew, like a new person; yet I knew what had really happened: she came out.
I didn't have to think twice before I immediately sat cross-legged on the floor, closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to concentrate on my core, where my soul chamber lay. This was a skill I had acquired after the incident, it helped me lock her inside my mind. When I finally concentrated enough to enter my soul, I panicked as I saw my soul being consumed by the pure darkness and tangible hatred that was corrupting me.
I quickly tried meditating to counter this, but it was completely ineffective. Then I heard a somber voice very similar to mine say, "Don't resist it. I'm not going to take control, this time."
After hearing the ominous voice, my life force started to fade away. The last thing I remember seeing was the open bedroom door leading to a room full of strange gadgets and devices. The last thought that came into my head before I passed out was, 'How long has it been since I last saw the outside?'