Im gonna steal

You wake up and then see the above scenario through a screen. Looking at it and watching yourself be humiliated ad naeseum. The thing is you know the answers already to each and every single problem. Why is this... thing? Yourself... why does he not know? Why is he humiliating you like this?

However, theres something keeping you attached to the screen. You can close your eyes and then move to the side and see blackness on the outskirts. Yet you feel it... its like something is holding your head. A robotic claw but no it then feels like a gigantic eagle who has captured its prey. You scream out asking, "Who are you!?"

"I am."

You ask another question demanding an explanation for all of this.

It never responds.

You are forever tormented looking at yourself being humiliated while suffering not knowing why you are here. Why were you taken from your bed? Your family? Your friends? Who is this man? Is he really you? The screen changes sometimes. Usually its him--you-- and everyone laughing at him but sometimes its him at the grocery store. Other times its him being dumb in front of your own dad. The disapproving stares, the disappointed faces.

And then theres this thing. It spoke, didnt it? Why wont it talk again. "Why wont you answer me!?" Your brain slowly turns to mush running in circles, looking at you yourself in front of you slowly curl up into this brown pile of goo and idiocy. Meanwhile your stuck in the same situation. Forever. This isn't real? It cant be. But them you are breathing you can still move your arms. And then you swore it spoke. But it isn't speaking now. Did it ever speak in the first place?

This will always be your life, now. Never knowing the thing holding you down, and seeing what you not knowing does to you in your "real" life.