Masked(WARNING: VERY TRIGGERING)

Part Three

Time continued to pass in the cage that James felt as though he was trapped in but he had no idea at what pace it was moving. He was stuck staring at the wall as though it was a person in front of him instead of a shadow. Part of him was curious to try out what his body could do now, but he wanted to believe he was still.. At least a little bit, human. He was already aware that he likely wasn't, all things considered. Even the brunettes blood wasn't red, and a sigh left his lips as he stood. 

Was this it? The end of the torture? 
He felt as though it  had been days or even weeks since he last saw the man who brought him there. The silence was ever growing, so the space was filled with the new voice James had as he practiced singing instead of screaming.

There was no way to keep track of anything, but when he woke up every time there would be food and water on the table. Always between an apple, an orange, or a bowl of strawberries for the fruit. His bowl of porridge eventually cycled into potato salad, soup, and now mashed potatoes and gravy. Only ever water, though. Which, he was grateful for. It helped wash things down without a mix of flavor. 

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Waking again in a fetal position on his cot, the teenager sat up slowly. His body felt heavy today, and he looked at the wall. The mirror, however, was now there. 'Look at you, looking a lot less sick now, aren't ya?' The voice with static said, making James roll his eyes and get out of bed. 'First time seeing me in ages, and no hello? Not even a question?' This didn't earn much reaction out of the boy as he went over to the table for his next meal. "I have nothing to say to you, whatever the fuck you are. Shadow, demon, whatever." 

'But I have everything to say to you, kid. You don't even bother with me.' 
"Gut instinct. I don't think you're trustworthy."
'Yet here you are, talking to me.'
"Not like there's anyone else to talk to."

James picked a bit at the bowl of cheesy scalloped potatoes, which was the new dish of the day. Strawberries in a bowl for his fruit intake, and today there was also some green beans as a side dish. 'I take it that you're getting sick of this treatment. Aren't you at least curious how long its been since you got in this room?' This, actually peaked the brunettes interest, but he just began to eat; trying to keep the stranger in the mirror from affecting him. 'Now, you're being awfully rude to someone who is your only friend in the world now.' 

Continuing to eat, James tried not to choke as there was an answer to the question he didn't ask. 'Three hundred and sixty five days, which is a year. That's exactly how long since you've been in this room. You've eaten exactly three hundred of those days since you needed sleep so badly most of the time.' The brunette didn't want to believe it; as he continued to eat slowly. 'You haven't even used the bathroom this whole time, isn't that strange? You're still trying to say you're human in your head but that's not normal. You should have at least wet the bed a few times' 

Closing his eyes tightly, James finished the potatoes in his bowl and moved to the plate of green beans. 'You're really ignoring me? I know all the details and truths. Your new 'gifts' and capabilities. Don't you want to know who I am? I may not know the fucker who took you here but I know the reason behind it. I know what you are.' Unable to take it anymore, the teen slammed his hand on the table and looked over at the mirror. 

"I DON'T CARE. Honestly, your voice gives me a headache. What the fuck is wrong with you to think I'll trust you when your eyes look so damn shifty?" His reflection grinned maliciously at him, a smirk of ill will. 'I have your attention, though. Admit it, you're curious. You know you are.' Glaring at the figure in the glass, James picked up the empty bowl from his potatoes and chucked it as hard as he possibly could towards the mirror. 

With the throw, the figure in the mirror smirked and held out a hand and the bowl stayed still. James own hand was up to match the reflection of himself that didn't match. It was just floating, and he was wildly upset from the fact it didn't break the mirror. "What the fuck-" The stranger laughed and grinned at him. 'I wanted to play nice and not mess with your reality but you were going to break the only way we can talk. Now. Calm yourself.' Anger stirred strongly in James, he couldn't move his body now and he did not like the stranger smiling at him through the glass.