Insanity Log: Chapter one

The morning’s light shined through the window and crossed Damian’s bed, shining on his closed eyes. The sunshine stirred him from his sleep and he slowly opened his brown eyes that where almost black. He yawned and cleared the daze from his eyes. The fog of sleep left him quickly as he peered over at his silver digital alarm clock. "Aw Fuck!" he yelled as he realized he had slept in half an hour and would probably be late. It didn’t help either that he had a math test first block. He quickly climbed from bed and pulled on a baggy pair of black pants and a red Linkin Park tee-shirt. After slipping on a pair of old black boots Damian raced out of the house, his black hair still messy and untamed. "Perhaps it will become a new fashion?" He muttered as he started his car. He, unlike many other, was fortunate enough to have a black Ford Mustang that he received from his father’s dealership.1

"Mr. Sinclare, why, may I ask, have you come to class ten minutes late?" His teacher, Mr. Anderson, asked with his usual monotone. "I dun know." Damian mumbled back. "Fucker." Damian added softly so only those nearby laughed silently. Mr. Anderson snickered as if he had actually hear Damian’s sour comment. "Take a seat and get started Mr. Sinclare." His teacher said his voice adding more emotion then before. Damian nodded and sat next to a geeky looking with red hair and a beetle like face. She smiled at him for only a moment before starting back to the math test. Damian thought nothing of it and pulled out a pencil. "Well well well back to this again are we? STOP CHEATING" said Yako an elf in Damian’s mind. He’s tall with brown hair, bright blue eyes, with a suit to match. "You’re not me! you can’t tell me what to do!" shouted Damian. "One, there is no need to shout. Two, I’m in your head I AM YOU!" "your not me LA LA LA LA LA LA LA……"Damian yelled. "Wait! Are talking out loud! You fool, shut up!" Said Yoka now realizing his blunder. " I concur with who ever your talking to Mr. Sinclare." Said Mr. Anderson. 2

The horror over took him as he walked to the principal’s office. He walked in to the office looking at the principal review his records. "This is the final strike. I’ve looked at your records. You may have to go to an asylum of a different kind. Now go we’ll talk about this later." He said as he stood and walked Damian over to the door. "Inform your parents that I would like to schedule a conference with them in the near future." The principal told him as he stepped out the door. Damian nodded and stood by the door while the principal went to fetch his business card from inside the office. "Oi there bugger!" a voice echoed around him.  Damian looked up and down the hallway but not a soul could be found. 3

"Hel-hello?" he managed to answer to the lone voice. "Lad, you know what to  do right?" the voice came to him again. "Do what? Who are you?" Damian asked his face turning pale in a hurried confusion. "Pay no attention to that , lad. You have much more important things to deal with than who I am.  Take down the old man in the office. Teach him a lesson so he won’t wrong you again with his ‘conferences’." The Irish voice spoke again. Damian gasped as looked back up and down the hallway. Suddenly a hand came down on his shoulder making a frightened moan to escape Damian’s lips. "Didn’t mean to frighten you there, Mr. Sinclare." Damian’s principal chirped as he closed the door behind him. "No. I wasn’t frightened." Damian muttered looking back at the man.4

The principal laughed lightly. "Too manly to admit fear, hu?" He asked as he handed Damian the card. "See! He means to humiliate you! All the more reason to take the o’l bastard down. Down with him!" The foreign voice screeched at Damian. The words kept repeating in his ear till they became nothing but white noise. He closed his eyes to the pain of the blinding Irishman’s voice. Slowly Damian’s mind numbed and became blind to his every movement.  "Stop this!" Damian kept moaning as the Irishman’s laughter erupted in his head. "Stop lad? But why? This is so much fun. Just all I want is a little bit of fun that’s all. What’s wrong with a little fun." The voice said amused at Damian’s pleas and cries. "Fun…fun…nothing but child’s play!" The voice crackled harshly as the image of two stunning green eyes appeared in Damian’s mind5