{ARMANDO}
Is darkness looming all over me?
Do I smell like sad?
Wait a minute does sadness even have a smell.
"Armando, what the fuck man, what the hell are you thinking?" My voice screams at me. I roll my eyes at it. It just can't shut it even for a minute and give me a break to ask myself these stupid questions.
I want an answer.
And the answer is inside me, if I want, I can get it. There is only one problem, I don't want to. I am scared of what I will come up with. The mind of a human is very complicated, but mine, ooh! It's on another level of complication.
"Armando." I hear Carl's voice, but it sounds like it is from a distance. I shrug, maybe he will stop calling me and go away.
"Armando." I hear it again.