While Evan was caught up in his own mind, the man was still screaming his own brain to ruin. The violent scream that could break windows had only gotten more force as he sat on the chair, left alone in his head. He didn’t bother to think anymore. He had quite gotten used to the sound of his own agony and even started to enjoy the symphony of pain that was playing on repeat in his own little one-man concert.
The two men sat in silence on the outside, only interrupted a bit by the sounds from the outside, the breeze that trickled in from the window and bore music as it went, as well as the occasional footsteps from the apartment over them.
But inside each of them, there was a raging thunder cloud of sound, not letting any of them go. Evan got more and more swept up in wanting to know for sure if there was dirt in a brain, with the man feeling more and more joy from the pain he was inevitably conflicting on himself.
Evan tried to get the thoughts building out of his head. He tried letting them go. Canceling them. Deleting them. But they were there to stay. His lack of being able to blame himself in some way was a blocker that should have never been turned off, which lead him to take a good look at his guest.
This person would have been dead without him.
This person would have died in the traffic or of hunger if he hadn’t saved him.
He had done so much for this man already.
So wasn’t it only fair, that this man did something for him as well?
Everything was most likely the man’s fault anyway.
It all started when he met him.
Everything went wrong from the moment he decided to talk to him.
Evan took the man with him once again out into the bathroom.
There, he lied him down on the floor in the shower. Having done that he went out into the kitchen.
“Wait there for a bit, Sir” He said as he waltzed around.
When Evan came back the man still hadn’t moved. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe. At least that’s what Evan saw, but Evan had made those mistakes before. He knew the man was alive. He must be.
Evan started scanning for dirt. He took his tools brought from the kitchen and went about it from the, still red, feet. He slowly moved up, cleaning and checking and cutting his way up, to make sure no corn of dirt had been able to infiltrate this man, that had probably lived much dirtier than Evan. So going by Evan’s logic, if there wasn’t dirt in him, there wasn’t dirt in Evan.
The man didn’t move as Evan started checking the stomach. He still didn’t move as the turn came to the head.
When Evan was done, he hadn’t found anything. He stood up, satisfied with his discoveries. Then he caught a glimpse in the mirror and slowly turned. There was something there. It was a dark red. Dirty. Unclean. After all his work, and he still wasn’t able to get everything cleaned properly!
And that was when he noticed exactly what he was looking at.
Himself, completely covered in dirty, dirty blood.
He slowly turned his head, noticing his doing, then let out an inhumane scream. He couldn’t stop it. He just kept screaming. Ruining his own ears. Ruining his throat. Ruining his voice.
A man broke down the door in the middle of Evan screaming, but he didn’t notice.
“First one scream for hours earlier, then another scream now. It’s like someone is dying inhere” The male voice said as it made it’s way out to Evan that stared horrified at the body, and then at himself in the mirror, not having enough space in his mind to cope with looking at another person.
“IN GODS!” The male voice yelled, running out as he caught sight of the scene.
Not long after, policemen flocked around Evan and the body to take them both away.
Evan was deemed insane from prolonged exposure to heavy chemicals as well as the recent drinking of bleach.
It was later discovered that the man had died before Evan had started cutting.
The identity of the man was never discovered.
At his funeral, which was held with other unidentified bodies, a gust of wind embraced the ashes from his urn, and he finally flew freely.
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