Hate

He stayed locked in him room for a couple more days. The doctors still hadn't gotten back to me. He eventually came out. Or, the thing he had become came out.

He had even more things embedded in his skin. Pieces of his tv, various video game consoles, and on his chest was the PSP. He stepped toward me. I was scared, but I approached him as well.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

His hand shot up and grabbed me by the throat.

“I must... complete... the tower...,” he muttered.

The PSP's screen became staticy, and I could see the skull again. It was in control of Sea now.

I kicked him off of me and started running. I ran as far as I could without looking back.