Keith sat on the edge of his bed hunched over with his fingers frantically rubbing his forehead. The consistent echo of “you’re an idiot” played on repeat in his head until it was directly behind him. 

Keith’s Illusion: You’re an idiot. Dumbass. 

Keith: Get the fuck out of my head and shut the fuck up. I don’t have time for this bullshit today. So do me the most humongous favor, and fuck off.

Keith’s Illusion: Oh we’re on one today. What got your balls in a bear trap? Oh I know. It’s the fact that you couldn’t answer a simple question, because the question required the skill of one know one’s self. You are not that guy. You can’t even explain what’s going on, or why you think the way you do. Yes you know the root of it, and you can tell it to the highest of mountains. (Illusion dramatically looks up before slowly bringing his head down laughing mockely) But you don’t even know who you are. 

Keith: Don’t you think I know that already? I’m living this life. I have to be some sort of…(Keith’s eyes darted back and forth looking for the words) I don’t know.

Keith’s Illusion: (Fake Cough) Not surprising 

Keith: (Clinches teeth)…

Keith’s Illusion: It’s a joke, relax and remember you’re  fighting with yourself. Which means you are actually making yourself upset. Damn your pretty fucked up. Knife or therapist? Your choice. Oh wait, I got a better one. How does knife through therapist sound? (Menacing laugh begins)

Keith: What is your plan here? Your existence doesn’t make sense.

Keith’S Illusion: But yet I’m in your head dumbass. So your actual existence doesn’t make sense. How do you continue to live with yourself and you don’t even know who you are? I don’t exist you fucking moron. Nobody sees or hears me but you. Because your tragic fucking childhood left room enough for me to feel the void. You didn’t even see me creep in because you were too busy getting your ass beat. Being a punching bag for a failing family that only plucked you out of that orphanage because they were trying to save their marriage. Marriage fail one year into having you and they sent you back to that orphanage with a black eye and a broken arm. Then the old hag who was in charge of looking over the little wayward kids was so delightful with her speeches of how y’all wasn’t going to amount to anything. You sure are proving her right. Oh you can’t forget about the scars on your back from all the times she put her cigarette out on you. 

Keith: (Jumps up) What is your point?

Keith’s Illusion: Slow your horses I was going to get to that. My plan is to make you snap in either two directions. One being you end your life and prove how weak you are. Two being you take a few people with you and prove how weak you are. 

Keith: Then why mention therapy to me?

Keith’s Illusion: Because you are stubborn and I know you won’t do something somebody tells you to do. Reverse Phycology mutha fucker, 

Keith: Either way I’m dying of natural or horrific causes, and not by my own doing. So, being as though I don’t know when my body drops day nor when someone is going to run up on me and kill me with a hatchet. So until then I’m going to continue to live my life, not knowing who I am until the day I die. So you can fuck off.

Keith’s Illusion: You’re an idiot.

Keith picks up a knife he had stashed under the pillow and throws it at Illusion who is no longer visible. The knife got stuck in the wall, and the statement of “You’re an idiot” continued to ring in Keith’s head. Keith screams before punching a hole in the wall.