Chapter One- Part Three

He was cruel to say the least, Mocking and degrading, why He stayed with Hedzel was just beyond his Grasp of understanding.
Hedzel slowly sat up pulling Himself against the already pealing and crumbling wall making it come off in pieces.
"Look at that, seems like everything is just falling apart at the seams aren't they?"
Daemon had a smugness in His voice that would stay Hidden under His monotone disguise.
"Why won't you help me?" Hedzel said propping Himself up against the wall, His head rested against the flaking paint along the wall.
"I'm helping you more than you think Hedzel."
"You're just standing there Berating me and standing there while I waste away."
"You brought this on yourself Hedzel, you say you want someone to help and yet you shut everyone else out, You depend on people and yet despise them."
"It can't be helped you know." Hedzel said with an ever weakening look.
"What? Your hatred for Humanity?"
"Look at them out there, scurrying around with their meaningless lives, selfish and greedy, can you blame me?"
"And yet you crave their acceptance."
"No I don't, why do you think I'm in here away from them?"
"Face it Hedzel, you're obsessed with them, you want to be a part of them and you want what they have."
"That is the most ridiculous notion I've ever heard in my life."
"Is it Hedzel? You're Obsessed because you can't stop talking about them, you hate them because you can't be like them and don't have what they have. Your whole life is based on the thinking that you're better then they are so you lock yourself away to escape but face it, even though you're away physically from them they're still with you. You haven't escaped a thing!"
All the while Daemon spoke, Hedzel cringed at each word that came from the mans mouth, His eyes clenched trying in hopes that if He didn't see Daemon He would some how disappear, mixing that with telling him to be quiet and failing at it.
He never seemed as bitter and empty as He did now, Nor had He felt so failed as a human as He assessed His life from His place on the floor in a poorly lit, poorly structured room that seemed to have the feeling like He did on the inside.
If anyone had looked from the outside they would have seen a pristine structure, Vibrant and lively to the eyes but dead on the inside had they looked in the windows.
Sitting with closed eyes, the suspense built while waiting to understand this place in His life, the time all the while standing still going against every notion of logic available to Him.
The sound of Footsteps clicking around the room against the floor, a stifled echo bouncing around the room, around His head in an orderly chaos.
When He opened His eyes the man was gone, Hedzel looked left, then right not seeing a trace of Daemon around.
"What do you think of all this?"
"Where are you?"
"Just Hanging around."
Hedzel followed the voice upward to the ceiling, His focus fading in and out unsure He was seeing was real.
"What are you doing up there, how is that even possible?"
"Maybe you're Hallucinating."
"Hallucinating?"
"Or maybe I know something you don't."
"Like what?"
"Like how to stand on the ceiling for starters."
"You're very strange Daemon."
"You're the one seeing a man on the ceiling and fretting about the outside world, sitting in ashes all day and you call ME strange?"
"I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"This...All of this, why I'm here, why there are ashes and where they're coming from. Everything."
"It was once said that one should not think that they know or have a full understanding what it is to understand, instead know that you understand nothing."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means that you don't really understand what is to begin to understand."
"That makes no sense whatever."
"Maybe to you but then again you're the one on the floor, your perception of the way things work is only limited to your understanding of how gravity works."
"What your doing is impossible."
"What are you, the Physics police?"
Hedzel rubbed His temples finding His thoughts on the subject in disarray, as if scattered to the wind challenging everything He was taught in school.
'I'm going crazy.' Hedzel thought to Himself trying to wrap His mind around the fact that He had someone walking on His ceiling.
"You're not going crazy, I'm merely showing you something you didn't know until now."
"Are you telling me I can walk on the ceiling?"
"You? No you'll never be able to do this."
"You're doing it."
"I am but you're not meant to."
"I give up, I'm going to stop trying to understand you."
Daemon looked up at Hedzel on the floor as He stepped onto the wall and then proceeded to lean over to the ceiling and doing a handstand while walking across the room on His hands while on the ceiling.
As He walked He started loosing His Balance swaying back and forth with His legs until He was caught mid-air in the blank space of the room.
He didn't gravitate to the ceiling like one would imagine, He just lay parallel to the ceiling, floating like a feather to the floor where Hedzel was.
"What do you want Hedzel?"
"I don't know anymore."
"Well that's a lax attitude, would you even care if you died?" Daemon finally lay on the floor looking at Hedzel with His head cocked to one side much like a puppy's.
Hedzel closed His eyes resting in thought as He heard a dripping faucet in the background drowning out Daemons voice fading in and out of the distance of the room each moment the drip consolidating to a concentrated focus.
Time took a holiday as blackness enveloped over Hedzels perception of reality until He opened His eyes to Daemon within an inch of His face, eyes wide open and nose to nose with Him.
It wasn't shocking, Scary or anything of that sort, it didn't even make Hedzel jump like one would think, It wasn't that surprising to Him anymore, Nothing surprised Hedzel anymore especially when it came to Daemon.
The underlying hazard by association would by all means be a thinking point for Hedzel as His head couldn't wrap around the impending thought that He didn't understand quite as much as His mystery friend.
"Hello in there... you awake or have you fallen asleep with your eyes open?"
"How long have I known you?"
"Just now, Me on the other hand have known you much longer."
"What? How can you know me longer than I've known you?"
"I've been milling around getting to know you and you didn't even notice me until now."
"I would think I would remember someone like you walking around here, you're a little hard to miss."
"And yet you did, you missed a lot of things but don't worry most people aren't aware of us."
"Aware of us? Us who? I only see you."
"You people are so oblivious to reality it's ridiculous, you have this notion of what you have been taught that you get caught up in your version of reality but you really have no clue."
Reality was something Hedzel hadn't thought of before, He hadn't had a need to think about it, He didn't think of reality as anything more than the here and now.
Was there a whole world that everyone passed by and remained unseen? was it possible that people were so mystified with their own life that failed to see reality?
It occurred to Hedzel that if a Man could walk on the ceiling and float to the floor like a feather then maybe He had missed reality, the real reality that lay unseen to people in their life.
He lay leaning against the wall contemplating whether or not He knew anything anymore, He was so oblivious, could He trust His senses anymore? Could anyone trust what they thought they knew anymore? If they were unaware of reality did it matter?
There was no more certainty in His belief of what He thought was reality and was now filled with doubt as to whether or not what He was seeing was real or a hallucination, was the room real, was the man real? Was He real? what was real and what was a facade for the benefit of those who were unable to face the ugly truth?
Time would only tell what He would recognize as reality and a faint resemblance of fantasy, in all His life He would see Crazy people walking down the street talking to themselves or watching as people would pray and talk to God thinking how crazy the notion was talking to some invisible being no one else could see. Maybe they weren't crazy after all, maybe the one's who didn't see it were the crazy one's oblivious to reality.
Why not? His perceptions of it were challenged thus far but how would people perceive Him talking to someone only He seemed to see?
Fear seemed to grasp at the cuff of His shirt as an overwhelming feeling swept over Hedzel as He wondered if He would be taken seriously or dismissed as a crazy man and locked away for a cognitive malfunction.
Panic stricken Hedzel breathed heavy as His anxiety level rose at the very thought of being locked away with people in a loony bin playing chess with a man who believed He was Napoleon.
When it all got to be too much, His eyes rolled in the back of His head and everything went black as His body went limp, sliding along the wall to Nestle in crevice between the wall and the floor.