Scary Kind of Love

Chapter 1 - You and I should have a talk...

      Reasons I might still be insane:

                1) I think you're real and might actually talk back.

                2) Lights float around my head. I have conversations with them also.

                3) My chest hurts really bad. I've been known to bite my own arm. This time, I hurt myself far worse than a simple bite. I think I caused some damage. When next I try to kill myself, I'll take more care.

              4) I'm living in a cave deep in a remote canyon.

             5) Behind me is a cage. In it, I've trapped a girl.

Today, the sun is out so I'm sitting in the deep shadows of my home-cave. Bright sunlight, like what reflects off the red rocks of this desert, makes my eyes painfully swell. Partially, because I remember I have pale blue eyes. Also, bright light makes my light friends wink in and out around my head. After so long underground, they know I'm having a hard time adjusting. I tell them I won't throw myself off this ledge without warning them. They of course don't believe me. They should know, with all my faults, I'm still a very honorable guy.

Sunlight isn't my only problem.

No, I'm not a vampire. I thought you might be wondering. Even though the solution to me turned out to be the same as what I use to do to them. With vampires, we would stake 'em (I wasn't staked, wish I had been) and bury them deep underground. After meeting handfuls of vampires, I found them nasty and deserving. On many a long dark day, I have apologized to them. If you're reading this and a vampire who is buried underground with a stake in your chest, I'm sorry. It's on my list to dig you up. Hopefully, I will get to that soon.

       List of things to do:

          1) Find my sanity—where are you sanity?

          2) Learn to live in the sun

         3) Fix my hair

         4) Warn my light friends before I jump off this cliff

        5) Dig up the vampires

I'm still getting use to my freedom. My long legs automatically kink at the knees like they are unable to fit into my home. The cave is spacious with a large wind-carved mouth. I picked it because while it gave me the shade I need, it's also roomy enough that it might help me in acclimating to larger areas. However every morning when I wake, I find myself face down in the dust, gripping the red dirt and shuttering. Trying to venture out during the day, the horizon tilts on a very unforgiving angle and my head spins. I have trouble breathing with so much available air. A few times, I've fainted until far after dark.

I mentioned that I'm a mess—right?

Wish she wouldn't cry.

My light friends are blinking, again. They only do that when they want to get my attention. In the box it was easy. There was nothing to see in the darkness so they made quiet the show. Their gradual arrival within the box was the first sign my mind had fried. I like them anyway. The blue one is Sky, green light is Emerald, and the red one is Flicker. There is also a yellow light named Topaz but she's moody and doesn't help much.

My job is to figure out what they want from me. I'm awake–so can't be that. Got dressed, or wait let me check—yup, I have pants and a shirt on, all be the shirt is very shredded. Flicker hates it that since finding clothing I still can forget to wear it. I changed the bandage on my chest, thus why it's shooting sparks of pain along my side making it hard to breathe. Dressing a large wound is never fun. Having the large wound in my chest vs another guy's, even less of a good time.