"Oh.. so youre here."<br/>"Of course, if you're here then some am I. I'm you after all. Or rather, what you wish you were."<br/><br/>The delilusion was right, of course he was right. He's always right, like the devil that sits in your shoulder, feeding you all the terrible shit you could have done differently, and how incredibly fucked you are for not doing so. As if by some twisted reasoning that said devil is right, and soon begun believing him.<br/><br/>It was always the same, white room, two chairs, and nothing else. As always he took his seat, across from the perfection he so desired, staring blankly ahead. "So this again." He started, clearly unimpressed as usual. "You can talk. I know you can. Why won't you talk? Say something! Do something! ANYTHING!"<br/><br/>The alarm went off. Again. The cold chill of the morn crawled up his back as he slowly came to senses again, that dream again. Slowly he reached over hitting the snooze button for the fourth time this morning before tucking his head under the covers.<br/><br/>He didn't care for it, not truly. As the saying goes, time is relative, and fuck a system that was conjured up by man, or so he would like to agree with. Slowly he managed to pull himself away from the bed as he made his way to the bathroom, where he took a shirt moment to splash a handful of water into his face, blinking a few times and going back to his room to get dressed.<br/><br/>It wasn't long after that he found hisbway out of his home and onto the busy street. Quickly he set a smoke against his lip before lighting the tip, taking a deep inhale as the feeling came quickly, dulling his sense of dread. He started off, the shop wasn't fsr from his home, a mere few kilometers, and thankly had a working car to get him where he needed to be.<br/><br/>Yet before he got into his car he'd notice a slip of paper under his wiper "Just my fucking luck." He hissed as ge grabbed the piece of paper and shoved into his jacket pocket before hopping into his car. It wasn't new by any means, but he liked it and it was fast.. enough. Any faster and he would probably get himself killed.<br/><br/>Placing the key into the ignition he'd hear the engine spur to life with a comfortable purr, as if excited to hit the road, far more enthusiastic then he ever could be. He paused a moment, rubbing his hand atop the dash. "Be excited for the both of us, eh?" He stated to his car and of course he had received no response, which is fair, it is a car after all. Without a second thought he had yanked the shifter down and quickly sped off into the bustling traffic.<br/><br/>He didn't mind the traffic so much, just so long as he was driving. It had a soothing sort of effect for him, the ability to have complete control over a half ton killing machine, where he dictated its speed and movement. Not like he would ever dream of using it to kill someone, but the thought was there, like a wallet lost on the street, you know you could easily just take the money inside, but in the end you just find the owner and give it back.<br/><br/>That's the sensible thing to do right? Right. Slowly he shook his head, he was doing it again, losing himself within his mind. Quickly he jacked his phone into the stero as he came to a red light and turned on some music. "Maybe this will distract me enough." Yet as he spoke, he'd feel a hand on his shoulder. His eyes had gone wide as his gaze shot up to the rear view mirror, were a set of white eyes stared back at him.<br/><br/>For whatever reason he had hit the gas on his car thinking that would help his escape as he yelled out. He swerved in and out of traffic before a bright light came from the right of him. His tired eyes had shifted quickly enough to know that he had raced into a intersection, and that a semi was barreling in his direction. He had closed his eyes, as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.<br/><br/>Then black.<br/><br/>His eyes peeled open, it was the white room again, with the same two chairs and the perfection sitting where he normally sat. A quick tilt of the head as perfection gave him a confused look "Well you're sure early. What was it this time? Overdose? Hanging? Murdered?" He fired off scenario after scenario at him, as if he didn't know already. Slowly he got up and took his seat across from him.<br/><br/>"Why do you need to ask? You already know."<br/><br/>Perfection only stared with a slack jaw for a moment before shaking his head.<br/><br/>"Y-you just spoke!" He casually gave a clap before returning to his normal indifferent demeanor. "Why now though? That's my question."<br/><br/>He was annoying at the best of times, and today was in fact, not a good day, he let out a heavy sigh before nodding "Yes I spoke. Will you stop bugging me now?" A dark smirk had grown in response "Of course not, you know the rules. However, it's time to wake up."<br/><br/>He blinked, and then again. Slowly his vision came into focus. A room, white with a bed that he now laid in, a sturdy cast that covered his right arm and a brace that kept his neck still. Yet that was it, no one but him, of course this is how it goes for someone so distant from people, so angry at the world that anyone who knew him would detach themselves, moving as far away as possible "figures."<br/><br/>He croaked to himself. His throat felt like sandpaper and he ached all over, yet he still lived and of course a pang of sadness had hit him, not that he wasn't happy that he wasn't dead, but if he'd actually died, maybe he would get to  finally experience 'peace'. But to no avail, it never worked, he tried. But the curse wouldn't allow him to off himself. Not this easily.<br/><br/>So there he laid, continually pressing the morphine button until it wouldn't give him anymore and slumber soon took over as the drugs were starting to take effect. If he was going to be here, then he wasn't going to feel a fucking thing he thought while his heavy eyes closed and he fell asleep.