Help me...

A bottomless sea faced me while I read my eyes move around in a controlled administration. The lights of the sunlight pierced through my eyes as I watched myself clean up a dead body that was murdered by me. My second uncontrolled murder and I finally, eventually, at last, figured out what was happening to my mind. It was something, something evil pulling me by the strings, messing around with my outcomes and attacking me at weak moments. For a whole week, I watched this creature non-stop, shredding my friendships away, trying its best to reveal my voice to affect me even more. Does it know I'm watching? It probably does, and it's tormenting me because it understands and knows I am watching in the passenger seat. My body was becoming as useless as an uncooked noodle, it flapped around, cracking open to sink my entire self and let this monster take control, and probably commit mass murder. It had the strengths and speed to end everyone on sight, so why wasn't it doing anything?

Then, as I went to close my eyes, I heard it speak, "I'm doing it for you, Aaron. You'll understand soon," the gap I was lurking through to watch everyone go down revealed a motionless figure of me, standing still in front of a mirror with a blank stare that had particles of black ink filling up my eyes until it began leaking down my face like strings of tears. Seconds, minutes and an hour went by with this figure just staring at me eerily, completely painted in black. For a second, I thought I saw my eyes fading into redness, but before I could understand what was happening to my eyes, it spoke again.

"Aaron, this is not the real you. You've been manipulated, and I'm here to revive you once again." It spoke in a devilish, howling voice. Before I could say one word, the tent suddenly swung open, when I saw who it was, my heart instantly dropped and exploded into the sea. Lia, with a concerned expression, eyed me down and shrugged her way into the tent as my eyes followed her crawling into her bed. I couldn't predict what the creature was about to do, so I did the first thing that came to mind, I stretched out my unstable arms and swam my way up this blackness that had no vision of the ocean but felt like one. My arms felt extremely heavy, it was taking a lot of my stamina to steadily draw closer to my eyes - I was correct, the more I swam the more I reached the eye sockets while gawking at its small movements inching closer to Lia with an uneasy feeling swarming my body.

"Are you ok, Aaron? You've been quiet and antisocial these past days," Lia suddenly asked the creature a question, sounding muffled. It didn't say a single word or gesture sign language, but the veins on my neck jumped out the skin as a tight force wrapped around my neck like it was trying to speak. I restrained my jaw, feeling agony as my muscles started tearing apart. I knew what it was going to say because we're connected as one; what it wants to say will devastate me.

The words "Aaron's gone now." swam and stormed the blackness. Thundering into the calmness, gradually getting more and more aggressive as my voice veered into a deep demonic cackle of laughter

"I've had enough, you bastard!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, reaching out my finger to touch the edge of the eye socket. The creature didn't react too kindly, I heard growls all around me before feeling invisible cold hands stuck on me and imprisoning me, the hands, wrapped around my limbs, began burning into my tissue at the same time pulling me apart. I was screaming in pain, I felt every part of my body crack and rip as the hands drag further backwards. Using all the strength, I expanded both of my hands, with a struggle, around the silky, wet, soggy smooth hands wrapped around my arms and proceeded to pull them closer with all the strength I have. They were strong, too strong, I felt like passing out, but no, I won't go down that easily, I will not collapse and become a puppet! I roared in anger as I felt a boost of strength that assisted me in winning the fight - I ripped open my mouth and chewed at the hands, feeling its smooth textures and its ugly vomiting taste.

I angered it, it was now pissed, I felt its overwhelming intent to murder me leak out into the galaxy. As I bit the creature's hands harder, sensing something wet and liquidity poured down my mouth, I was overpowered by two booming red lights. I immediately glanced at what was illuminating me and it was two pairs of ruddy eyes, squinting in anger as it frowned upon me. Its soul was isolated, all I saw was its irresistible resentment. The hands I was biting on grew in size, I tried flinching away from the sudden growth but it caught me like a hook and continued growing at an enormous size until my jaw snapped open, it was too painful to overcome, this torture drifted me into a numb state, unavailable to feel anything thing as my blood poke into my eye sockets.

"Why do you rebel so much? It's so interesting watching humans fight." The voice snarled at me, stroking one of its fingers down my body with its vast width and height, making me feel even more like an ant. It was playing with me like I was a toy, my hair was being fiddled with, my snapped jaw was bouncing around, continuously squirting out blood as the creature flicked it back and forth. Then it abruptly stopped.

"You look so miserable," it said in a cold voice. "I gave you so many opportunities to fully use our supernatural abilities, yet you avoided them like the plague, just to try and feel normal?"

"You were never normal, Aaron. You're a monster, a beast, an inhumane creature. Eviler than the evilest demon. Satan comes nowhere near you, we were a legend. We ruled ten-thousand worlds, ruled The Nefarious Original, an empire reaching each end of every billion galaxies. We were leaders until the humans showed up and treated us like shit."

I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was focused on behind him, I wanted myself back. I wanted control, I wanted all the control. I can't stand losing my sense of worth, I will take it all back. Nobody will control me, not even a beast, I do not care if I lose myself and my emotions. I wanted to walk, breathe and exist normally. If failure was the last thing I saw, see ones betray me, see one abuse me, I will turn on this world. Nobody will stop me, if anyone even hints at stopping me, I won't be afraid to murder. I'm numb to deaths, I'm numb to emotions, and I'm numb to murder and destruction. I became what I strictly never wanted to become, but, oh well, I will use this advantage. The creature was correct, I was a monster - a terrible monster, I never reacted humanly to my sister who had powers, she entertained me. I used her for entertainment, I used the environment around me to get what I wanted. My emotions never felt genuine, I always had a lack of what I expressed, it was tiring me, I generally wanted therapy but I edged on; deluding myself into thinking I'm a normal human.

My strong sense of justice was all an act, I never gave a shit about justice. I watched a man murder a woman and never called the police, I allowed that murderer to end fifteen lives at a young age. I knew what the police were, but it didn't bother me to find dead bodies on the road. It annoyed me seeing my parents and my sister react so emotionally to the deaths of these victims, I wanted to know why they cried over such useless bullshit. My whole life I was a monster, tricking people into thinking I'm a justice warrior, I always laughed hysterically at these idiots that sympathized with my situation. I'm not a psychopath, psychopaths aren't that evil. They're the most boring personalities I've met, they were easy to read and yet I wanted to know why I was a psychopath at first.

And there I was, back into my body, watching Lia turn over to face me. I felt my muscles functioning and felt the bumped surface under the bottom of my feet, I felt the wind breeze past me and heard stressed crowds. Lia looked at me with deep eyes, both corners reflecting on her curious look, I stared back at her and finally smiled.

"Ha, sorry. I've been struggling," I signed, sitting myself down next to Lia and hugging my arms around her to give her a tight hug. She reacted shyly, her words went unheard and stuttered into nervousness as I felt a wave of heat fall onto my forehead while I watched her neck be bleached red with droplets of sweat waving at me.

"I've been struggling,"