I order you to fight!

When it dragged me away, put me into the little black room which would soon be known as my second home, I did not put up much of a fight. In fact, I did not put up any fight. I was so tired at that moment that I was afraid I would fall straight to the ground as soon as I even tried.

I did not dare look at it (?). I was tired. Too tired. I did not beg. I had not gone that low for others ever and would never, ever do that. Not even for this creature right in front of me. Then again … what was that creature right in front of me? And what had even happened?!? Trapped I was, in the whiteness without anybody to talk to. The only alteration made was that instead of being whiteness, now it’s just nothingness, the void. I don’t know what’s speaking to me but at the same time I am absolutely certain. The tiredness makes me curl up in a ball and pass out from exhaustion.

A bright flash of colours tears me away from my precious sleep, though it doesn’t feel like I’ve been out for long. It surrounds me. It is not an eye, even though its soul burns like one. It stares. Blotches of colours all around me. I can feel the vibrations it lets off.

“I’m not scared of you.” “We were about to say, ‘Be not afraid’”.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here?” What did I have to do with this?”…. “We think you know.”…. “What do you want from me?”…. “I want you to do what you do best.”…. “And what would that be?” I do nothing best. It must be mistaken.

“Fighting. I have watched and I have seen what you do and it is… breathtaking, extraordinarily remarkable. How do you do that? How. do. you. do. something. like. that? We’d have guessed you’d have deteriorated by now!” It is angered. My body deteriorates, my mind does not.

“We’re nowhere near the start. And yes, we have had this battle thousands of times before, but you always choose to forget. ” I am a weak fighter. I don’t. I can’t anymore, my strength has been taken from me. “Oh, but you can. You always manage to amaze me.” Its voice is incredibly deep, I’ve just noticed. “If we have fought a so many times, why do it all over again? What is it for?” “We both know the mind is an incredible powerful tool. Especially you, who uses it to more of an extent I’ve ever seen humans use. I am here because you have summoned me. “…. Why? “You want to be conscious this time, that is what you said before.”

Why would I feel the need to fight you? What are you?….“Saying your I’m worst nightmare would be cliché. I am a parasite. I leech off of you and someday, I am going to consume you” ….“That still doesn’t answer my question about what exactly you are”… “I flow through your bloodstream. I watch you. I am you. You are me. I take up the majority of your mind, whenever I can and I manipulate you. I’m all around, all of the time. I am you, I am the universe you perceive. You might say I am your perception and imagination combined. I am you; you are me. You think; therefore I am.“ It takes me a moment to take that in. Nobody can ever know that this monstrosity exists.

“Now fight.”