So. We are the same, right, (Y/N)?

Oh? No? Too bad. I thought we were.

Then that voice reading this for you in your head, they don't exist?

Ah. Your shocked? No? You knew this. Well. Everyone does. Anyway...

Thrashing and dreaming under the female's grip, I curse her. "Don't touch me!!!" I end up slapping her.

Oh that felt good. Too good. Uh oh. She's pissed.

But it's her fault. I've been starved and beaten.

She holds her cheek as her glare sends daggers at me.

Oh, if looks could kill. She would have cut me into a million pieces with her stupid ass glares.

I can't help but smirk at her. Oh, but this only makes her more mad.

Her face is flustered now. Redder than the color red. Haha.

"You did this." I growl, annoyed, but I'm smiling. Laughing, in fact.

"You locked yourself in your room! How was I to know?!" She lies. Damn.

I look away. Why? Why lie? I've always been asked that, even when I tell the truth.

It's annoying. More annoying than a phone messing up and freezing just when your about to beat your high score.

Sigh. What am I even doing still alive? I'm not mad. I promise. I just don't think like, (Y/N), anymore.

She's staring. Shit. I zoned out again. Her mouth is moving. Words are coming out. But I'm not digesting each word.

My brain is shutting off as I hear a loud buzz taking over all surrounding noise.

Huh? Wonder what she's saying. She looks concerned. Why tho?

Dizzy. I feel dizzy. Why?...

Huh, that's strange.

Strange.

When I release my sigh, I faint. Darkness wraps around me as it's silence welcomes it's new prey.

Oh? This place again.

What's happening? I can hear screaming, but why can't I see nor feel anything?

"(Y/N)?!" The female's annoying voice fills the darkness.

Ugh. Go away. I thought.

I feel like she has me. In her arms. Am I dead? She's screaming again. Oh my God.

Shut up. Stop screaming at me. I'm right here. Doesn't she know?

"No. She doesn't." My demon tells me.

Oh yeah. She doesn't. Maybe she would when she lets her inner demon control her or get the best of her.

Huh. That's quite funny. But. I don't laugh.

I try to speak. Nothing. Oh. Okay. I didn't feel like speaking anyway.

Sighing as the darkness let's you float. Time flies by.

I open my eyes to find myself in a hospital bed. "Ew. The smell is so revolting." I mumble as I hate the smell of the hospital. It always smells like clean sick people.

If that makes sense. I'm not mad. Promise.

Suddenly yawning, I'm shocked to see my stepmother staring at me with puffy, red, teary eyes.

Oh (Y/N)... What am I to do with you?..." She mumbles, her voice betraying her into a new sob.

Only for a moment.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"You've gone insane... No... The blackouts... Strange behavior... Oh God... Help her..." She sobs.

What? You scoff in your mind.

No. She is lying.