I could clearly hear the soft taps knocking softly against my window. And I knew exactly what day it was, what time it was, and that it was probably time for me to awake. Although I'd rather do anything else but slip away from the comfortable warmth of my bed, I forced my body upright. My dry eyes cracked open, the crust stuck on my lids being rubbed away with my hands. I surpressed a yawn from occuring on my face, because I really don't understand the purpose of them. I saw no purpose in doing such a strange action. Nor did I ever stretch. They were all pointless in my opinion. So with that being said, I slipped my covers off of my legs and stepped out of my bed. I put on a pair of slippers and lazily made my way to my bathroom. To tell you the truth, it wasn't morning. It's actually at least one o'clock in the afternoon, the usual time I wake up everyday. I find it the best hour to wake up on, because who the hell wants to be awake in the morning when the sun is shining so achingly bright. I really hate mornings, mostly because of that bright star that's rude enough to interupt my sleep. If I had been able to create my own world, I would have it always be night, where time is limitless, the sky is dark, and the days would pass by swiftly without our notice. But even I knew that would be in vain. Everything here in this world is done in vain. Everyone eventually dies, and one does not usually live long enough to remain remembered on this world, so why is it that everyone tries so hard to leave their existence engraved here? All of it is something I find truly strange. The logic other people carry around here on this planet is so outrageous. I find all that we do here useless, especially things like having to brush my teeth in the morning like I am doing so now. I get that I have to have good hygiene, but why must I maintain it when this body will rotten eventually? When I share this with others I'm only greeted with fake reactions, like chuckles for examples, maybe even smiles. I could see it in their faces that they're disgusted. They're embarrassed to be with a person that's so weird and out of place. But I think it is them who are out of place. It is them who should be considered so 'weird'.

I splashed my face effortlessly with the cold water running out of my sink, and was soon able to finish the rest of the process about ten minutes later. I walked out to the hallway after having dressed myself in clothes appropriate to use outside, and was greeted by my dog who had tripped me unintentionally for being sprawled out on the floor. He was a lazy dog when I first met him, he still is now, but back then I thought he must have been the laziest of them all. He did nothing interesting, besides converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. The thought of that actually amused me. Because this dog reminded me so much of myself. He was indifferent to those around him. He stood out to me because of being so..invisible. His lack of presence always interested me, and even now it leaves me reminiscing to how we met back then. I don't really understand the concept having a pet though. Whether or not it was to fill my curiousitly, or to make me seem normal, I just felt the need to take him in with me. So I bought this furry, brunette colored creature. I tilted my head at him and watched him through my brunch. He did the same to me while he ate his dog food which I had put out. We both chewed our food slowly, blinking being the strongest source of our movements. Once I had finished eating, I washed my dishes and then went to my room to obtain my beige leash. When I came back I put him on my leash and pet his head. "Let's go." I said softly, earning a questioning look from the other. I rolled my eyes at him. This boy already knew what I was talking about, but always played it dumb thinking that it would let him get away with staying home. Eventually, I was able to drag him outside of my spacious, but old house. He walked besides me the whole time, his paws dragging on the pavement while his shoulders hung low.

I could almost smile seeing just how annoyed he was at me. My body was suddenly caressed by the dull wind of summer that held a bit of autumn coolness, making me stop for a minute to take in the feeling. I could tell it was going to be fall soon, and so could my own pet. It was funny how me and him could tell. Maybe it was because of the trees that had the vibrant colored dry leaves hanging off of it's branches, maybe it was the feeling of the slight change of tempurature of the wind, but either way I could just tell. Even with the dried blood that tainted every portion of the cement my dog and I walked on, even with the lifeless bodies that belonged to those weird, strange people who found me to be the outcast-covering the flat surface our heels clicked against. There was another reason why I liked this dog, he was just as calm as me. He didn't care about anything, and pushed away every thought since he was uninterested in it, almost identical to what I would always do when I was alone. "You're probably the only who is just as normal as me." I murmured, stopping abruptly at a pond. My dog got the message as well, and paused his tiny footsteps. We saw a man struggling in the only pond that existed here in this neighborhood. I called it the undisturbed. And that was because it never moved. It was always as still as ice, and remained the same. It was just like me.

"H-Help..m-me.." The man choked out to me. It seems someone like him was stupid enough to fall into the pond being almost dead. His life was practically slipping away right before his own eyes.

I approached his call, and had whispered for my dog to stay behind me, I'd rather not have him associate with something as worthless as this. A smile of gratitude pressed on the man's lips. "T-Thank goodness..please..young man..help me..I was just so thirsty and-" Getting tired of his voice, I lifted my foot up in the air. The helpless man before me immediately fell silent, his eyes widening in terror. I tilted my head, curiousity printed all over my face. The faces these people made were always kinda interesting too, but I just couldn't bring myself to care as much as I should. Without a second thought, I slammed my heel down on the other's head, digging the dulled point of my shoe onto his cranium.

"It's better you just end it here and now." I said before crouching down towards the now dying body below me. I blinked seeing him reach out to me. This was also another reaction I was always confused about. Every one of them was quickly going to die, and yet why do they still try to struggle to hold on to false hopes of surviving? Lifting my leg up again, I stabbed his head over and over with the end of my foot, watching his screams and attempted escapes become less and less vigorous. Once he stopped twitching under my actions, I grabbed onto the colar of his shirt, and hauled him out of the water with one hand. It would be a waste to have him contaminate the pond anymore than it already had been. Poor thing was now blemished with blood. I sighed and turned around to face my dog. It seems he had gotten bored, because he was yet again sprawled out on the floor. A small laugh left me while I walked up to him and carried him up in my arms. He awoke quickly, staring at me with his head slightly dipped to the side. I had never done this to him before, but even if it was something that I would never do, he was still left unimpressed and decided to sleep in my arms.

I shook my head in amusement to how identical we were. He really was an epitome of me, no matter how you looked at it. The weak wind suddenly came back again, and brought me back to reality. I decided that this should be enough for the day. Usually these walks would have lasted for at least two more hours, but the man we encountered had ruined the balance of our daily routines. "Too bad.." I grumbled. "At least we have tomrrow." It was a sentence I had told him endlessly before. Because of the many times we were always interupted by these unsual people. I walked quietly in the opposite direction I was in before. Not long after, I could already see the tall, leafless tree hanging over my old, rectangular dark brown colored house. I was feeling almost eager to get into bed again, but like I said almost. My "eagerness" was shattered having to see the ugly dead bodies surrounding my house. Nothing here ever brought me to feel happy, sad, pain, anger etc. It wasn't like emotions were important to me anyway, so I could care less to what happened to me or to those around me. The fact is, I simply eliminated anyone who left me bored, and it seems it's become everyone even within a mile from here. "I should really clean this up.." I said to myself, pushing the cold bodies aside with my shoes. "Oh-I should clean these shoes too." I hadn't realized just how dirty they had become. But when had I ever cared about cleaning my shoes? I laughed in the inside and was content with my small joke. Continuing with my walking, I was soon in my own house again. I quickly put my dog in the backyard and changed my clothes after having a nice shower. I then went hurriedly to bed to watch the sun set from my window. It would be strange of me to say I enjoyed seeing the sun disappear, but I it's not only that always managed to leave me thinking even a little.

Outside of my window, I can see the struggling-but still alive-bodies I had carefully put up to hang outside. It was also this time of day that I kind of liked, because I was able to see my dog become active for once. I could watch him carefully, while he slowly diminishes the bodies I picked out just for him. It was the only activity that could really flip the personality switch in him. "Silly dog." I whispered, laying down in bed.

There was nothing in this world that could catch my eye, but if I had to name one that could, it would probably be this odd, yet engrossing fact.

He was just like me, and I was just like him. You could say that after playing with other bodies, we've become practically one and the same.