A Negative Mind
A/N: Devi's back. Let's begin where we left off, shall we?
Disclaimer: All belong to JV.
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Prologue
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A few weeks earlier
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Haunting haunting haunting haunting …..She was always being haunted by these things. She felt stupid for letting them do this to her, making her so afraid. These fears that consumed her every nerve, her body, her mind. She felt the need to cry at all of it, but the tears wouldn't come, so she painted instead, jabbing her brush at the canvas, angrily.
Stabbing, crushing, killing all of her pain away.
Why did life have to be filled with such shit? Filled with little boys that watched their families die, and wonderful men that couldn't help but go horribly insane and brutally murder people? Why did it have to be like that?
Why couldn't it just be okay? Why couldn't she just be…..happy?
Devi D. lay on her couch, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of her apartment. Her mind was ablaze with thoughts, but no matter how much they persisted, she managed to block them out. All these excess thoughts…driving her crazy again…
How she longed for sanity.
Sanity from others. Perhaps a little from herself. After all, hearing voices wasn't exactly something a sane person would experience. So maybe she wasn't as sane as she once thought. Maybe…just maybe…she was just as sick as….
Sanity. She just had to find some, out there alongside a tiny bit, if not more, of normalcy. But that wasn't likely to happen; not after the latest events. Sure, she felt kind of bad for the things that had happened. Just yesterday, with that boy and that monster she sought to escape.
She shuddered, falling back into memories. Memories of yesterday, and of days before. Memories of that night at the monster's house, all those words, and those knives.
"Oh, why couldn't he, they, have been sane…somewhat? Or normal? I mean, even that guy who shit in his pants is starting to look decent, except for the whole bowel control thing. What makes me so damn unlucky? Why couldn't they have just been fucking normal?" she asked herself, opening her eyes and staring at the ceiling.
"How…boring…"
Devi's sat straight up, her eyes scanning the room, in a panic. That voice…it sounded so familiar…it couldn't be…She gulped something down in her throat, and swung her legs over the side of the couch, ready to jump up if necessary.
A shadow stepped out, grinning, and staring at her with vacant eye sockets. "Hello, Devi. So nice to see you again."
Devi stared in disbelief. "Sih-Sickness?"
Sickness nodded, still smiling, and yanked two shiny screws into view. It forced them into the empty eye sockets, and turned its attention back to Devi once more. "That's better….now…where were we?…"
Devi screamed.