Personal Story; The Dark Days

(Remnants Found In Facebook Notes; Original Was In A Notebook)

Disclaimer: I wrote 3 or 4 stories back in my Freshman/Sophomore year of school to express all of the horrible, dark, evil emotions that surged throughout my head on a daily basis that wouldn't calm themselves until I expressed them in some shape or form! Yaaaaaay! I was looking over them and I was like "WOW. I remember these... Hahaha, that disguised name doesn't cover up who that really is at all." So I decided to put it in a note on facebook. XD

WARNING: Likeness to anyone or anything in my life may or may not be true... Okay, hell, it's all true, but don't be offended if some of you figure out who you are. XD I tried to disguise the names as best I could... Okay, that's a lie but... These were the 'Dark Days' guys~! No one get offended if you read it~! This was before I liked people and before I had any connection to a vast majority of my good friends now. XD

P.S. They were going in a chronological order, I think, but I don't really have all of the papers anymore so I'm putting the only complete one I still have here. The end.



Dark Day 1: Interaction...

Awaken, my body, from the slumber you revere so much; from the dreams and nightmares that you are ever so fond of. My eyes... they creak open like an ancient door... slowly, but surely, completely opening up to view another horrid day. There was nothing but incomprehensible silhouettes of blurriness for a moment before my orbs came into focus. They pierced through the darkness of my room to the computer screen left on during the night. I squint my eyes, zooming in on the time in the smallest right-hand corner of the screen. It was time to begin... begin my day... my day of many horrible thoughts and feelings that reached to and from the very edges of the extremities of my own mind. Sigh. It begins.

My attire wraps around my body and squeezes tightly, as if numerous snakes were adorned upon my body. I jump over various pointless objects that totally encompass my floor and I exit my room, entering the bathroom to... fix myself up. After a while of getting tidy, it seems that it is close to the time of departure. Hunger strikes like a spiked bat to the stomach, the pain only pissing me off instead of encouraging me to consume. I don't eat breakfast often anyway, so it should just shut up with its noise. Such is a normal pain of Khrona... No matter. I will eat... sometime today. I signal for my mother to come and she says, "Yes, yes, here I come." I nod, looking at the time and putting headphones into my ears. Listening to music was quite soothing in a way, until I decide to look at the time again. I walk down the stairs, past the vast living room and to the door out to hell. I wait. And wait. And wait. Change music. And wait. I don't like this song. And wait. Change music again. And wait some more. I make the mistake of checking the time again, and it is not pleasing to me at all. 7 minutes passed. It's a 15 minute drive to the wretched hellhole and 7 MINUTES PASSED!? What could that lollygagging wench be doing for 7 minutes...? It was about to happen...

Surging emotion... Fury...? Anger...? ... Hate. The drawing that stood on a tripod canvas appeared suddenly before me yet again. It was Hate. We spoke.

Khrona: Hate... What are you doing here?

Hate, snickering at me: Why you should know, you horrible little boy! You hate the tardiness of your mother. It enflames you greatly. If it didn't, I wouldn't be here. Look at you~! You're burning up...~!

I shook my head, though all I could feel were flames around me... Dark... Evil flames... The flames replaced my hair, burning through my scalp...

Khrona: I just... I hate the fact that she takes so long to do absolutely nothing when I am trying to get my transportation over with... I just want to get to my destination. I do come to get her at a specific time for a reason, you know... Sometimes even earlier just in case this happens... Why...? WHY...!? WHY DOES SHE PISS ME OFF SO MUCH!?"

The flames flared up all over my body now. There was little to nothing left; only the demonic flames that replaced me. The heat was getting to my eyes... It was like a gas leak inside of my trying to explode... The burning fury would not cease, shown by a mere facial expression. Hate snickered some more.

Hate: Yes... Feed my your hate and anger...

Footsteps approached from the distance and quickly Hate turned around to where the sound was coming from, still snickering like the evil bastard he is.

Hate: Ah... but here she comes...

Without another word, Hate dissipated, as did the flames consuming my body. I rise to my feet, grabbing my bags as my mother opens the door, staring at me only to ask that hate inducing question, "What's wrong with you?" So oblivious. My head was repeating over and over 'Your constant tardiness in getting me to my FUCKING destination. It has been over 10 minutes. We would have been there by now,' yet my mouth could only form the simple word to cover it all, "...Nothing." I walked out of the door and got into the car, turning my music up so that I had an excuse not to hear her voice, even if I could see her lips moving in the corner of my eye. A silent trip full of unnoticed negativity brewing inside of me. What a joyous occasion.

Upon arrival at my destination, I get out of the car and walk toward the doors. The closer I got to the doors, the longer my Shadow had become... It was ready to do its job. Once I entered the school, my elongated, darkened shadow grew a soulless face with white, circular eyes and a fake almost-smile. Similar to the one from Soul Eater. It managed to only get out the word "Hi." I ignored its greeting and walked through the metal detectors, not seeing anyone. Walking through the empty hallways, I knew I was going to have to confront my Shadow... So I finally did.

Khrona: Shadow... The mask, huh? I know why you're here, yet again.

Shadow, whose face nor monotonous tone of voice hadn't changed: Yes. Let me take over, hm?

As we conversed for only that brief moment, a person I knew was walking towards me, and without warning, my Shadow wrapped around my body in a fraction of a second like a frantic boa constrictor before I could even respond. It was skin tight, and my own face assumed the fake, soulless expression that my Shadow possessed. We had assimilated for the time being. My acquaintance said to me, "Hey, Khrona, what's up?" He touched me. I twitched out of suppressed rage, saying with a monotonous voice, "Hi..." in response to him. By this time, he was speaking to me about some subject that I was not interested in at all at the moment, asking me "Khrona, you like this new shirt I bought? Bitchin, isn't it?" With lightning speed, my thoughts responded, 'It's plain. I'm not fond of the color. It sickens me. There is nothing special nor extravagant about it. Get out of my sight.' Yet, my mouth masked by my Shadow said, "It looks nice." Before my acquaintance had time to respond, I removed myself from the area so I would not have to converse meaninglessly any more than I already had. A waste of my time.

I reached the upstairs corner where my colleagues and I stood, the most notable being ZK, Natsumi and Kid. ZK and Natsumi... Perhaps the only two there at the time that I considered to be friends, or even good friends. I was greeted by Natsumi with a hug, as always. Though I wasn't anywhere NEAR in the mood for one... I accepted it on her account. ZK greeted me in an odd fashion that only I would understand, and because of this my Shadow unraveled from the upper part of my body just so I could acknowledge him accordingly, then it would swirl slowly back up my body to shroud me in blackness yet again. After this, Natsumi screeched a barrage of 'Hi's' at me, and of course I could only manage to get in one before she changed the subject to a different, random and unimportant matter.

Natsumi: Hey KHRONA! You got any cupcakes!? I want some cupcakes!! Gimme some cupcakes!!

Odd that I wasn't pissed at her excessive screaming, but I still responded back to her.

Khrona: No, I don't have any. I'm not bringing any.

I hadn't much to say to them and I needed to think about some things with myself, so I began to pace. Pacing is how I think deeply on a certain subject; how I find understanding... The only way for me to think clearly and coherently... and alas, my nirvana was broken by a dreaded acquaintance before it could even begin. Sesame Street was in the house, walking up the stairs. He never seemed to know when I wasn't in need of his presence. He was always following me, as if he were my shadow... Shadow... It tightened its grip around my body, masking all of my thoughts and feelings once again. Sesame Street stood uncomfortably close to me, spouting some sort of foolishness along the lines of "Hello there, Khrona. You look mildly sad and pissed, as usual. Haha! You're like a chipmunk that lit itself on fire with a crack pipe!!" ... ... The words... They annoyed me so... Didn't he have anything useful to say? Something interesting to me? Something factual to me that I might enjoy? Nothing!? REALLY!?!? Out of my sight. Yet, he continued to speak to me, his words meaningless to me in every aspect. Sometimes they were funny, but pointless all the same. Not what I was looking for in that particular time. Come back on another day. Regardless, the more he spoke, the more my face scrunched up, twitching a bit. So irritating... They never stop... And it was all about nothing... Nothing at all... Soon the words he spewed only sounded like "Blah Blah Blah" or "Pointless Shit Pointless Shit Pointless Shit." I could feel it... My insides... burning... burning with a passionate frustration only for him. Before I exploded in a violent and gruesome fashion, he finally asked me "Hey, what's wrong with you? Listen to too much emo music?" Naturally, I was quite ready to tell him off.

Words.

In my head.

My brain... It was ready... Ready to tell him... Tell him that he was annoying the shit out of me at that particular moment. That he has literally nothing to say about anything and that just makes me want his presence around less. In fact, I did not require his presence at all. Be gone. I wanted him to be gone. To come back to talk to me when his mouth wasn't filled with so much pointless garbage.

But.

I failed.

My mouth... masked by the perpetual almost-smile that my shadow formulated only allowed me to say, "Just one of those days, I guess." And I began to walk off. I needed to blow off a lot of suppressed steam. He followed. From that, I didn't think I could take it anymore. I am not fond of being followed by people often, especially when it was apparent that I was trying to get away from them. It was that little tiny action that pushed it almost too far... The shadow was cracking. Time froze around me, the Shadow's face becoming saddened by the crack in its face from so much suppressed hate it was holding down with such defiance. Before long, another crack appeared on the body, and from it came the several thousand blade-like papers of Hate's canvas. They readily shot toward his body, each one slicing clean through his body like swords, hacking up his lower torso, shredding his intestines to nothing but a bloody pile of dust... Slicing his eyes and eyelid clean down the middle and letting the blood run down his face like tears... Slitting his mouth much wider than it was limited to go already... slicing his throat to the point where it hung on just a tiny bit of flesh... shooting into his ears and piercing his eardrums, bursting them and passing into his brain, shredding that up into mush... Ah, a wonderful thought, indeed... But of course, none of that could actually happen. Though it didn't keep the violent urge from surging through my very essence... Time unfroze and almost as if it were second nature, I spun around fast, my overly large, hefty suitcase-like bag swinging at him and bashing him straight in his ribs, looking as if it were an accident. Shadow did me the favor of masking my hateful facial expression and making it look as if I had just realized something important.

Khrona: Oh! It seems as though I forgot to do something upstairs! I'll catch ya later!

I ran past him and as I did, from the corner of my eye I glared at him and shot all of the malice I felt toward him into his very soul, smiling with a dark and evil face, snickering with the same tone. It was quickly hidden by my Shadow, who once again made that half-assed smile I had on beforehand. Sesame Street held his side with incredible pain, causing him to fall to the floor. I hoped I broke one of his ribs. Hahahaha... His pain made me feel so much better... It made me smile... Made me laugh. Perhaps I could just continue to do that to him for the rest of his days...? A rather enjoyable notion, indeed... Hahahahahaha...

Dark Day 1: Interaction... Part 2.

After totally obliterating Sesame Street and getting him off of my back, I walked cheerful and evilly up the stairs to the third floor of the building; a floor that was much... calmer than the other two floors. I could deal with that. My fury was already dying down from putting Sesame Street in crippling pain, and this floor always soothed my nerves...

Already, I saw that the hallways were almost completely barren. Devoid of any life whatsoever. Just the way I like it... No one there except for two familiar faces. Two more friends, you could say. My Shadow was already weak and submitted to my control, slipping back inside of my body to hide itself from the two, Nighty and Zip. Once my Shadow was retracted, I gave a hug to Nighty, admiring her hat as I always did and afterward waved to Zip, who was standing right next to her. Nighty seemed rather happy to see me, which I always loved about her.

Nighty: Hey Khrona! Haven't seen you in forever!

Khrona, smiling: I know, right? Totally was about to utterly kill someone, but I feel a lot better now! Especially seeing the two of you!

Nighty laughed and Zip smiled. They were fans of my violent and unkind behavior to those that I hated... Besides that, Nighty was always laughing at what I said. Apparently, I'm just hilarious. Anyway, Nighty didn't stay long, for she seemed to have something important to do, so Zip and I waved at her as she rushed off in some arbitrary direction. I was curious as to where she was going... and while I was distracted, Zip turned to me and gave me a friendly, soft punch in the arm.

Khrona: Yeah? What's up Zip?

Zip, sighing: Nothing really... I just need to find a printer or something. Wanna help?

I nodded, since I had nothing much better to do... And it would keep me occupied and hopefully without Hate. We trekked down the stairs into the sea of revolting noise, carrying us all the way down to the first floor... The most horrible of the three. We had somehow managed to escape all of the disgusting filth that were the inhabitants of this place and get to the library, but I was stopped by yet another person who knew my name... How utterly repulsive. In my unhappiness, I made a motion for Zip to go into the library without me whilst I deal with the trash... My Shadow wrapped around my body swiftly and precisely, making sure to cover me completely before acknowledging this... peon. He smiled a goofy smile and asked me the stupidest question ever, "Hey Khrona, did you do your homework?" As I was about to answer, he began to pat me on the back... repeatedly. No fondness came of that at all... that touching... at least, not from him. I scowled at his wretched face, responding only with "No." With a quick response and a quick turn, I tried to walk it off, but he followed me like a parasite, which everyone in this ungodly place seemed to be. Seemed that he, too, wanted to converse with me when I did not want to provide one. Another conversation leech. Damn him. That... Peon. In fact, we shall call him Peon 1, for he is a goody-two-shoes slave to the adults, and he enjoys it. Peon #1. Peon 1 was an annoying pain in the ass to most, if not everyone, though he seemed completely oblivious to this. His presence... His presence... Annoying.. Annoying... Annoying.... Fury... Rage... Anger... Frustration... Hate. Hate was trying to take over again as Peon 1 continued to bother me and follow me around, not unlike Sesame Street. Seems like everyone just loved to get on my last nerve. He was touching me, talking to me and... in my personal barrier and-- There it was. Hate.

My Shadow was breaking, another crack appearing in its tenacious build. Hate was simply too strong, for the blade-like papers spewed from the cracks and down Peon 1's throat, making sure to have their way with every single one of his organs one by one... Piercing them... hacking through them... ripping them to nothing but confetti... Grinding his bones to powder... and most importantly, slitting each and every one of his vocal cords one by one. Yet again, this did not happen in actuality, but it was assured that bloodshed was about to take place... I only needed a second to deal with him... Just one-- But, a voice. A familiar one. In the distance. "Khrona!" It was ZK. The papers retracted back into my body and I immediately turned around to greet him, walking with the utmost haste away from Peon 1 before he suffered the wrath. How lucky... ZK saved him. No matter. As I walked to ZK, my Shadow unraveled from my face yet again, as shown by my facial expression, which finally revealed my great disdain for what happened. ZK instantly knew what was going down and walked me up the stairs.

ZK: Some little bitch pissin you off?

Khrona, sighing, letting out a bit of frustration: Damn straight. Everyone is SO lucky that I'm nice and considerate...

ZK, now smiling: Nah, you gotta stop all that and let them bitches get what's comin to em. Then beat they asses."

Khrona nods: You're right... But that would be kinda mean... Oh well. Hahaha.

As we talked, we made our way back up to the second floor, but more specifically, the hangout spot before school started. I stood in my normal spot, my patience wearing less than thin as I tried to the BEST of my ability to ignore Sesame Street and think of another way to kill time instead of him... It was then that Kid came up to me with his portable gaming device in hand, most likely to bitch and moan about something I could laugh at.

Kid: You cheated when we fought on that game last night!!

Just like him. I knew he would say it. So predictable... So funny... I couldn't help but snicker.

Khrona: Heh heh heh! Well, I can't help it if you suck ass! Oh, but then again, I am a better gamer than you by default... Guess it's a lose-lose situation for you, huh, Kid?

I looked at him with a contemptuously smug grin, snickering to myself at him.

Kid: GAH! You bastard! You just wait until next time!!

I patted him on the shoulder, letting my condescending feelings transfer into him to crush his spirit slightly, letting him know that he wasn't going to beat me. I cackled and walked off, staring at him out of the corner of my eye. He was fumed, flailing about randomly. He is my sort of self-proclaimed rival, though that didn't really go far than past games. Pretty nice kid, I guess. I help him with lady problems when he feels down, since I am supposedly the "Lady Master" and the "Ultra Pimp," and I seem to have 'Hella Bitches raining from the sky' according to Kid, Maze and Mohican Ace specifically. Such is how I became 'Captain Hella-Bitches.' In truth, I am not really all that fond of the girls that supposedly LOVE me and fall all over me like they think I am... In fact, speak of the devil. Here they come, right on schedule...

Some of these girls were preppies, yet all of them were dubbed by ZK as "Bitches #1-6." I guess out of laziness, they will be referred to as such. All 6 of them came to me and tackle-hugged me against my will, screaming, "Khrona! Khrona, hug me!!" Somehow, I knew someone somewhere knew my pain... Maybe people the rock stars with their groupies. Yeah. Definitely.

With a nervous chuckle and a reluctant pat to all of them was enough for them to release me. My Shadow does not seem to be around me anymore... Reason, unknown... Not to mention, Hate was starting to speak for me. Ever since the very beginning, he was seeping out of me slowly, but surely. He was starting to gain control, even so much that he could subdue the ever tenacious Shadow, but only only gave so much as a sharp tongue and malicious spirit. I could feel it... my eyes turn completely black... my teeth sharpened as I licked my lips in anticipation... my demeanor was completely and totally changed. My voice... my voice was no longer my own, as dictated by the pitch and tone... This was Hate. Right on cue, Bitch 1 spoke.

Bitch 1: Hey! Hey! Hey! Can I have your jacket, Khrona?

Khrona, snickering a bit before reverting back to a scowl: You'd like that, wouldn't you, stalker?

Bitch 1, huffing: You're so mean! Tomorrow I won't hug you! Well, I will, but not for long!

Khrona, sighing: Whatever. Don't you have somewhere to be? Maybe touching your fat plush hamster monster thing?

Bitch 1, gasping in awe: Don't talk about Hammy!

In a fit of rage, she exited the hallway. One down, 5 to go. Seemed easy enough... And enjoyable, too. Heh. Now it was time for Bitch #2.

Bitch 2: That was mean. Oh well. You're strange.

She opened her arms for another hug.

Khrona, stepping away and chuckling nonchalantly: Hahaha. I'm sorry, but you just don't seem deserving of my affection and I will kindly insist you take your leave. Buh bye now~!

I smiled in a fake friendly way then quickly switched to a sinister smile, waiting for her to get the fuck out of my face. She puffed her lips out and walked off, saying something along the lines of "You're so mean" or some foolish crap like that. She went down the hallway angrily as well, following behind Bitch 1. Now it was time for Bitch 3, one of the easier ones to get rid of. She was quite short. Weakness. She outstretched her arms for another hug and I acted as if I didn't see her at all, glancing over her head and looking around aimlessly.

Khrona, befuddled for a moment before looking down and gasping with fake surprise: I am so sorry! I just simply didn't see you there! Perhaps you should come back to hug me when you meet the height requirements.

Bitch 3 scoffed, starting to chase me. I trotted about lazily, looking back at her every so often.

Khrona: What's the matter? Your stubby little baby legs cannot keep up with me~? I'll gladly slow down! Better yet, I'll crouch!

Bitch 3 huffed again, going back to the other side of the building, following the other 2 Bitches. Another one bites the dust. There were only 3 more, but 2 of those 3 were tolerable and only hugged me and took their leave, like good little inferiors. I could... survive that. The final one was Bitch 6. She was my personal favorite, and for the sake of that, we'll call her Gem. She didn't hug me anymore and we only had witty, friendly insult-fests with each other. That always made me happy.

I passed by, looking at her and she looked at me. We both smiled. She started our little game off this time, and snakes would constrict my body, prepping me and my tongue for battle. They slithered into my mouth, readying to attack their prey. Time for this snake to strike.

Gem: My, you're looking ugly as usual.

Khrona. Retaliation.: Heh, you would know what ugly is. You're the definition of hideous.

Gem: Haha! You're funny. Not really, but I didn't want to be impolite and say how much you suck.

Khrona, snickering: Alright, alright, you're totally right... But if I suck so much, it must be absolutely pitiful for me to show you up, right?

She stopped. The snake had come in for the kill... right in her nice, gorgeous neck. She had nothing else to say after that, for she had been bested yet again. The snakes retracted back into my body after defeating their prey of the day and Gem waved her hand as if shooing me, only able to say "Whatever" before walking off. How cute she was. My thoughts were progressively becoming a little less... Hateful as she walked away, though my mere moment of alone time was broken by ZK, who was apparently in an epic live-action Pokemon battle. He grabbed me by my shoulders and swung me around and threw me into an arbitrary, random person, shouting "Khrona, I choose you! Use MEGA PUNCH!" Somehow, without even thinking about any reactions or anything else, I knew what to do the instant I was thrown and my body reacted according, prepping to punch L directly in his chest. I stopped just as I was about to follow through, and the 3 of us laughed. ZK and I had that connection... Like he could do any random thing involving me and I would somehow just know how to respond. I always loved that. Especially when I needed to feel better. And L was a very nice, calm and collected person. He had never pissed me off before and that was a very good thing, but also a very hard thing to do.

Anyway, ZK and I high-fived right before the reverberating sound of that blasted bell sounded... Utter disgust. I collected my belongings and marched off to my first class... Education of Physical Activity. How fun.

Dark Day 1: Interaction... Part 3

It was time now for the Education of Physical Activity. With a wave of my hand, my clothing had changed from my normal attire to the horrible rags of filth one would call a 'uniform.' I awaited my sensei, Madam Ghetto-Faboo, and in that time period Dread Head, a child quite fond of me followed me to the door entrance. I was not that fond of him, but perhaps that is because I found him to be an annoyance, much like 99% of the entire facility. That 1% that weren't an annoyance were my closest friends, comprised of about 10 people at most. He was not one of them.

As he followed behind me, Shadow wrapped tightly around my body, trying its best to conceal the Hate once again. Hate was becoming troublesome these days... Especially since Dread Head's presence intensified the Hate greatly, reason unknown. He spoke to me in an overly loud and semi-annoying deep voice.

Dread Head: Yo, Khrona!

He was so skinny... So frail... So fragile... I can snap him like a twig... so easily... Just let me--

He spoke to me some more.

Dread Head: Yo, I am pumped up from this game we're doin in gym! Yeah! Bet you ain't ready for that, are ya boiiiii?!

My eye twitched. I wanted to say 'Get over yourself. You are an overcompetetive fragile little twig...' but the Shadow restricts me. Hold me back. Restrains me, even though it is slowly breaking... pushing its limits. It said to him, "Nope. Guess not." and after that I just tune him out, for he starts to talk to me about things that I don't care about... Things I have no regard for. Because I had been already bombarded with that twice already today, I was not ready for another one... Shadow hadn't had time to heal and was already at a breaking point. So I left. But he followed... With that pointless conversation. Everything he says at this point is just worthless. He seeks the care from me that most did not have for him and I find that his personality and stench repulse me to the point where I do not want to do it either. The only thing that keeps me from telling him and everyone else my true, cruel thoughts is the unspeakably unparalleled empathy that I feel for everyone, which greatly affects me. Sigh. Shameful that I cannot be as phlegmatic as I would like to on such matters... Would make my life so much easier, perhaps? If only... Everyone weren't so pitiful. Eventually my Hate will force me to KILL him, but, whatever. Deal with it when it comes.

Finally, Madam Ghetto-Faboo called us inside, informing us that we could do as we pleased today on this day, thankfully. I needed my time.

I quickly scurried silently to the top of one of the bleachers and stared down at everyone from the darkest corner of said bleacher. Dead Head followed. Not surprising, but very frustrating. Again, he talked to me.

Dread Head: So. Some of these girls are sexy, huh? How about the one with the titties there?

Like I cared. Why would that horrible child just throw himself off of the bleachers... Maybe land into her titties and hope for the best? I just wanted to be ALONE. At that point, I could feel it... The Hate was seeping out yet again, even through the Shadow who was trying so very hard to keep it contained... It was no use anymore, but Shadow kept pressing on. Hate. Hate. Hate. HATE!! The Hate slithered to match my form just as the Shadow did... It was wrong. Not meant to be. As a result, I imploded; the papers of Hate had mummified me, just as the Shadow did, then they both unraveled and released me on top of a pool of black liquid. It seemed as though I could sit on it as if it were solid. I held my knees and pulled them into my chest as Hate, Pain, Shadow and Negativity manifested before me. Something was about to go down...

Hate, now in a state of fury and maliciousness had assumed the form of the usual canvas with the stack of papers on it, however the drawing was much more satanic and demonic than soulless and emotionless like it was earlier. He was growing stronger... Then there was Pain. Pain was a small doll with numerous spider-like legs with gigantic swords at the ends of them, which it used to walk. Its torso stood erect in a small, tattered green shirt with two little felt nubs as arms. It had button eyes... creepy, soulless button eyes. Kinda cute to me, though~! Pain was adorable in the highest sense of the word. It also adorned two huge drills spurting from its head and in the form of pigtails one would say. It smiled eternally, but only with an extremely large, toothy, insane, unchanging smile. Shadow stood next to Pain, that emotionless smile smeared across its face. Next to Shadow was... the big boss of them all. Negativity. Negativity has no real form, like the rest of them, for it is just a pitch black mass in a gaseous sort of form that resembled a swarm of horrible insects... and each of the trillions of insects that made up Negativity were really negative thoughts. They never stopped. Negativity never stopped growing. I couldn't stop him. I knew him quite well, for he ruled over all of my other negative emotions and made them stronger... made them hunger even more than they usually did. But it doesn't matter right now. He was with the other 3. And the 4 of them were with me. And I knew all too well where I was...

Solitary Alone Time.

Starting... Now. It was almost like a council meeting with my own 'different sides of me.' They all resembled myself physically in some way. Not delving too much into that, Hate was the first to start off this horrible meeting of demons.

Hate: Really, you know you absolutely despise this cunt! Why not just tell him now?

Khrona, shaking his head: He's just alone... He needs a friend... Not many people can tolerate him, but I can. He's lonely, just like me, so I cannot do unto others a pain I know so well... Damn empathy.

Hate immediately responded: AUGH! But if you don't drop him NOW, you'll EXPLODE!! Heh heh... And you know you want to see him wallow in despair and unhappiness...! Ha HA! The tears from his face will bring me great joy! And you! You must lick them all up.. absorb his sadness! It will be delicious! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Pain crawled from its position and up my body with its bladed legs, moving up to the top of my head, stabbing me all the way up in less than a second. It was quite fast. Pain was the fastest of them all... The Pain was always swift and hurt for a long time... Sometimes, Pain was even the most severe of them all as well... Sadistic fuck... But, Pain was also ever so seductive in its demeanor. Sometimes it called to me... Pain's bladed feet pierced my head just a bit. I could feel the sharp, splitting pain in my head go all through my entire body, just before Pain hung upside down in front of my face, obscuring my vision and smiling menacingly. I could see the wear of its entire body from close up; the many different stitching on its round head and all of the marks and rips that weren't sewn up. One of its feet began to tap on my head. I felt the blade... Piercing my skull. Pain spoke in a raspy, low tone, yet with a high-pitched voice.

Pain: This pain... This pain you feel... Every time you speak to him, look at him, think about him... You feel the pain of even knowing he exists... As is with most others in this existence. Heh heh...

The tapping foot got faster and faster, another beginning to tap with it.

Pain: Get rid of him... You know you hate feeling pain... Pain of all kinds... You hate it because you feel it so often over such small things. Why not relieve just one of your many pains, hm? Come on... I WANT to help...Heh heh...

Another foot joined in the tapping. My head felt like it was going to be shred to pieces, and in the process Shadow appeared next to me, staring at me with those emotionless eyes.

Shadow: You know I am here to protect you, but I cannot last long anymore. Hate overpowers me out there, and it is apparent...

Hate, shouting from the distance: I'm something you cannot MASK so EASILY, boy!

Shadow: Can't you... Give me a break?

The fake smile eternally on the Shadow's face turned into a slight fake frown. A small tear drop as white as the eyes came down from it, only it was still connected to the eye.

Shadow: I am all of your emotions... I am all of you... though, I am only a Shadow, a mask of the original...

Shadow dissipated into the ground. Another foot joined in the tapping. It was hard to ignore the pain now... getting harder and harder. The Negativity cloud flowed randomly around my head, the words very clear across my face. "Get rid of him. You don't need him. You can be a little happier if he leaves. A little less crazy. A little closer to what you want. Besides, when do you ever get what you want? Achieve happiness? Not often. Such a quick and simple way to get rid of him."

Hate, Negativity, Pain in unison: Kill Him.

Pain's bladed feet stabbed completely through my head and the tear from the shadow completely fell from its face I had snapped back into reality. What was I going to do now...?

(This Is All I Have -- The Rest Has Been Lost)