The Fifth Sense
Have you ever felt insane? Truthfully now, I'll know if you're lying. I'll bet that you've never felt truly insane before. I have. The voices- well, voice- calls. I feel it writhing around me, caressing me. I smell the stench of its body. I can taste the air, and it is always bitter. I can tell you about insanity, I can explain everything to you. But you will never understand it like I do. I live insanity, I breathe insanity. You're funny. You're hilarious! Your small, insignificant life. It makes me laugh, it really does. I used to be like you. Deluded by reality. Let me tell you about it, so we can laugh together.
I led a life, just like yours. I repeated the endless tasks given to me by a higher power, working mindlessly to survive. How quaint I was then. I felt important, but I was not. Others were, but not I. I ate, I worked, I slept. My life was worthless, like yours. If you happen to be one of those important people, good for you. You made something of your life other than the office life, an eternity of being a drone. Doing menial tasks. But you're still useless. All humans are useless. We struggle to survive, yet we all know that death will catch up to us one day. There is no escape. My ascension into Insanity happened one day, an otherwise insignificant day.
The First Sense came in the middle of the day, as I was taking a break from my mindless tasks. I suddenly smelled the unmistakable scent of blood. How I have come to love it. At the time, I was confused, as you might be. I asked my fellow drones if they smelled the blood. Had someone had an accident? They were confused as well, saying they had no idea what I was talking about. Shaking it off, I simply believed it was a figment of my imagination.
But it wasn't. The smell never stopped, it only progressed, got worse. I smelled burning flesh now, I was scared. My human emotions were taking over. In my panic, I called a doctor. As if he could heal me. The doctor, as everyone else, was confused. There was no explanation for the smells. I endured three nights, sleeping next to none. When I finally thought that it couldn't get worse... It got better... At the time, it was a terrifying development, and it was so much worse than before. I could now taste blood. The metallic flavor invaded my mouth, along with others. What I believed to be flesh. As with the smells, blood and flesh were my torments.
I was terrified, so I went to see a psychologist. The worthless woman said she had never encountered this before, but believed that I was fighting internal demons. I know now that I was fighting a Demon, but it certainly wasn't internal. I have since stopped fighting. She said that I must come to peace with myself and calm down. I tried. I really did, God knows why. Then again, no one knows, because God is dead.
For three months, I attempted to come to peace with myself. I was soon abandoned and friendless. I felt loss. I felt the betrayal from my friends. If only they had stayed, they might have saved me.
On the day of the third monthly anniversary of the Second Sense, the Third Sense came. I began hearing voices. But really, as I said before, it was only one voice. My head pounded with the sound. I screamed, yet nothing came out. But maybe I just didn't hear it. People came for me, someone had heard my pleas, my screams. Would you hear my pleas? Or will you ignore them as so many people have? They took me to a white room, padded. They tied me up, and kept me there. Life there was a monotony. I was kept in the same room for the longest time. My excretion was cleaned every so many days. I cannot remember, because it did not matter. All that mattered was Insanity. I was force fed. I was bathed by others. I was humiliated daily, but I did not care.
My life was the same, and I learned to accept it. I was still and quiet. The voice faded as I learned to ignore them. I was pitied. I saw it in the eyes of my caretakers. Years passed, caretakers changed. I was able to hear again. One day, I vowed that the next time a caretaker entered, I would attempt to hold a conversation. A man entered, and I opened my mouth. He noticed, and crouched down to my prone figure. "Strange" he said, and I could not answer. Years of disuse had taken that ability from me. "You've never opened your mouth before. Are you in there? Or are you long gone as they say?" I yearned to tell him, "I'm still here!" but I could not. Instead, I struggled against my binds, trying to plead for freedom. He stood and backed away, scared. Suddenly, I felt it. The Fourth Sense. I felt the cold arms of Insanity hold me, and I started screaming. The man quickly left, terrified. I plead for release from Insanity, as I plead so many like you.
WON'T YOU HELP ME? I'M JUST LIKE YOU! SAVE ME FROM THIS INSANITY, I BEG OF YOU! SAVE ME, OR RELEASE ME, I DO NOT CARE! JUST LET ME GO!!! OH GOD, HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
See? Aren't we all laughing now? Do you see the pointlessness of my previous life? The pointlessness of yours? I love the Senses, in particular the Fourth Sense. . The small caress by Insanity comforts me. I have lived hundreds of years, Insanity keeping me alive. Soon, the third century since the Fourth Sense will have dawned.
I eagerly await the Fifth Sense.
I led a life, just like yours. I repeated the endless tasks given to me by a higher power, working mindlessly to survive. How quaint I was then. I felt important, but I was not. Others were, but not I. I ate, I worked, I slept. My life was worthless, like yours. If you happen to be one of those important people, good for you. You made something of your life other than the office life, an eternity of being a drone. Doing menial tasks. But you're still useless. All humans are useless. We struggle to survive, yet we all know that death will catch up to us one day. There is no escape. My ascension into Insanity happened one day, an otherwise insignificant day.
The First Sense came in the middle of the day, as I was taking a break from my mindless tasks. I suddenly smelled the unmistakable scent of blood. How I have come to love it. At the time, I was confused, as you might be. I asked my fellow drones if they smelled the blood. Had someone had an accident? They were confused as well, saying they had no idea what I was talking about. Shaking it off, I simply believed it was a figment of my imagination.
But it wasn't. The smell never stopped, it only progressed, got worse. I smelled burning flesh now, I was scared. My human emotions were taking over. In my panic, I called a doctor. As if he could heal me. The doctor, as everyone else, was confused. There was no explanation for the smells. I endured three nights, sleeping next to none. When I finally thought that it couldn't get worse... It got better... At the time, it was a terrifying development, and it was so much worse than before. I could now taste blood. The metallic flavor invaded my mouth, along with others. What I believed to be flesh. As with the smells, blood and flesh were my torments.
I was terrified, so I went to see a psychologist. The worthless woman said she had never encountered this before, but believed that I was fighting internal demons. I know now that I was fighting a Demon, but it certainly wasn't internal. I have since stopped fighting. She said that I must come to peace with myself and calm down. I tried. I really did, God knows why. Then again, no one knows, because God is dead.
For three months, I attempted to come to peace with myself. I was soon abandoned and friendless. I felt loss. I felt the betrayal from my friends. If only they had stayed, they might have saved me.
On the day of the third monthly anniversary of the Second Sense, the Third Sense came. I began hearing voices. But really, as I said before, it was only one voice. My head pounded with the sound. I screamed, yet nothing came out. But maybe I just didn't hear it. People came for me, someone had heard my pleas, my screams. Would you hear my pleas? Or will you ignore them as so many people have? They took me to a white room, padded. They tied me up, and kept me there. Life there was a monotony. I was kept in the same room for the longest time. My excretion was cleaned every so many days. I cannot remember, because it did not matter. All that mattered was Insanity. I was force fed. I was bathed by others. I was humiliated daily, but I did not care.
My life was the same, and I learned to accept it. I was still and quiet. The voice faded as I learned to ignore them. I was pitied. I saw it in the eyes of my caretakers. Years passed, caretakers changed. I was able to hear again. One day, I vowed that the next time a caretaker entered, I would attempt to hold a conversation. A man entered, and I opened my mouth. He noticed, and crouched down to my prone figure. "Strange" he said, and I could not answer. Years of disuse had taken that ability from me. "You've never opened your mouth before. Are you in there? Or are you long gone as they say?" I yearned to tell him, "I'm still here!" but I could not. Instead, I struggled against my binds, trying to plead for freedom. He stood and backed away, scared. Suddenly, I felt it. The Fourth Sense. I felt the cold arms of Insanity hold me, and I started screaming. The man quickly left, terrified. I plead for release from Insanity, as I plead so many like you.
WON'T YOU HELP ME? I'M JUST LIKE YOU! SAVE ME FROM THIS INSANITY, I BEG OF YOU! SAVE ME, OR RELEASE ME, I DO NOT CARE! JUST LET ME GO!!! OH GOD, HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
See? Aren't we all laughing now? Do you see the pointlessness of my previous life? The pointlessness of yours? I love the Senses, in particular the Fourth Sense. . The small caress by Insanity comforts me. I have lived hundreds of years, Insanity keeping me alive. Soon, the third century since the Fourth Sense will have dawned.
I eagerly await the Fifth Sense.