“Where am I” I thought as I grudgingly opened my eyes to darkness.

A sense of fear washed over me as I heard feet scuffle across the floor. Another young voice called out to me,”You’re awake?” Taken aback I hesitantly replied,”I’m awake, who are you?” I quietly thought, ‘How would you know I was awake in such a dark room?’

As if it could hear my thoughts the child giggled. The voice answered sounding a lot like me, but younger and more mature. “My name is Conscience.”

Instantly I realized the child wasn’t in a room with me. In fact, I wasn’t in a room at all. We were in a small space in my mind, the hollow darkness where I was held captive by the enemy.

The enemy, on the other side of the imaginary room, controlling my physical being. Pretending to be me to everyone on the outside. No one knowing it was all an impostor.

I was tied up back to back with this child in a chair, with myself in a chair. My chest bound so tightly, hardly able to breathe.

The enemy, creating caos and destruction to everything in his path, and laughing at each crime he committed, continued to wallow in the rapturous essence of control.