Amnesiac schizophrenic lost at sea

Crushed Waves
“What is this…?”
Questions are the product of curiosity when it becomes at peak and in need of answers. Answers are the product of said curiosity ending its perilous journey to find satisfaction. From this perspective, curiosity and answers are of the same foundation with the same goal. Both are searching for each other to completely merge with each other and find the connection they were in need of.
He reached out his hands which were accompanied by a situation that was everything except ordinary.
“Water?”
The boy tried to recall the reason for there to be an abundance of water in his surroundings. However, as mere seconds passed he began to notice that not only was he in a body of water, but he also was stranded. From as far as his vision provided him, the only presence in sight was the deep blue.
“Where am I?”
The questions the boy asked himself were left without answers. There was a misunderstanding. The boy stared deep into the center of his palms. Awe struck his senses as he raised his left hand to eye level. In the exact center, as if someone perfectly carved out a perfect circle for a masterpiece, was a hole. The boy was astonished at this discovery that a hole just so happened to find itself into his palm.
“Anika you have to-“
He paused instantly. “Who is Anika..?” he asked himself in the most pained confusion. A memory that he believed he should strongly have acted as nothing but a blur. All he knew is that there was someone named Anika that he felt the need to express his emotion of concern and confusion to that was nowhere to be found. The same memory acted exactly like the answers to the questions of the boy. They were nowhere around nor seemed to even exist.
“Who am I..?” He continued to stare at the bizarre absence of flesh. “My name is…wait.. what is my name?” He began to feel a shock that sent itself across every nerve ending in his body. “I don’t know my name, where I am, or matter of fact WHAT I am. What the hell is going on?” As this newfound reality began to sink in, one question answered itself. The boy is an amnesiac stranded at sea. He brushed his hand against a wooden plank which left a splinter in his index for him to carry.
“Damn it!” But when he reached to pull it out, the spot where the wooden adversary asserted itself began to tighten and ejected the splinter. Horrified, the boy jolted backwards and began to sweat intensely. He began to notice other answers that found themselves to him. A boat. He is on a boat that he has not even a shimmer of remembrance of how he found himself onto. It was a raggedy wooden boat that one would see as the backup escape pod for a pirate ship. The underside creaked as the waves carried it, yet there were no leaks or a sign of collapse for the ark. It was undeniable that the situation is in fact completely out of the comfort zone. The boy frantically tried to grasp the moment at hand.
“There is no one in sight. I’m going to be just stuck here and stranded like that guy from the one movie where his plane crashed. Is my island of seclusion approaching?” The true problem smacked the boy in his emotions harder than the waves that were soaking him every chance possible. In the midst of everything that is happening in the silence, he realized one thing. He looked at his hands and whispered to himself,
“I am alone..”
There was no one to comfort him, to tell him where he was, or to even tell his name. A lost soul brought out to the center on a watery grave or for all he knew, home. This realization slowly began to break him down internally.
“What am I doing here?” he asked the silence, “Why do I feel so cold..?” Questions rose again for they were born of the unanswered curiosity. He began to struggle. In his chest welled up a piercing pain while there was a burning sensation in the area of his palm where the hole was residing. The dreadlocks of the boy flung around freely as he jerked his head around. Tears crawled out of his ducts and traveled down his face to meet his torn clothing.
“Why me? What did I do to deserve this?” he roared this time while the waves seemed to match the wavelength of the screams and grew higher. He squeezed his palms so tightly they began to bleed. The air became cold.
“Huh”
The blood didn’t trickle out through the hole. Instead it hovered in the opening of the hole and traveled back into his body. His veins pulsed and flared themselves. The burning sensation subsided.
“Hello”
At this instant the boy didn’t know what was going on.
“I swear I heard a voice in my head..”
“I know, I said hello” said the voice with a slight giggle.
The boy screamed in panic from the arrival of a new thought process.
“Why do you shriek at me, Itada?”
At the instance of a name being thrown into dialogue, the boy calmed and continued his mental conversation.
“I-Itada?”
An answer to a question that revolutionized his entire emotional status reached him. The boy had a name. His light olive skin almost became pale just from the pure ecstasy of the moment. Itada continued conversation with this separate entity inside of his thoughts.
“Who are you?”
“I’ve been here all along with you, I am Shinno. I am you”
“That is something cause’ at this point, I don’t even know who ME is”
Shinno had a laugh that rang through Itada’s eardrums.
“It’s alright, I don’t blame you for blanking me out after what you’ve or should I say, I’ve done”
Itada didn’t understand in the slightest the meaning of the words Shinno spoke, but he didn’t mind. He had company finally. An outlet for his emotions. Itada received a chance to speak to something capable of external response. He trembled like his entire body went under a series of slight muscle spasms.
“Oh, I’m sorry. It seems our wills are conflicting to the point that our body is going out of control. Just calm down, it’ll end soon.”
Itada inhaled deeply, absorbing as much oxygen possible into his lungs. However, he did not understand that the air around him became an equivalent to the vacuum of space. He exhaled strongly, his breath carrying the waves over. A slight protrusion stuck out nearby in the water. Itada reached forward and when he reeled in what he grasped a saltine taste gathered on his buds. In his hand was the rotting decapitated skull of another human being. The true reality began to sink in. The water was encircled with whirlpools of blood, chunks of buildings that seemed to be homes of others littered the ocean surface, while corpses varying from adults to even infants floated around.
“What is going on!?”
“I finally took the time to take over this body, my body.”
“But I thought this was our body, what happened to that!? Weren’t you the one to come save me from this loneliness?”
“Don’t you get it Itada, you were alone the entire time. You are me. There was never anything separate.”
Itada began to hyperventilate. Each breath shook the waves of blood and made them swirl into rapid whirlpools.
“Everything, I know..was it all a lie?”
“Everything you know? Itada, you didn’t know anything to begin with. I am your true form. All of this carnage was me.”
Itada looked at his palms again. This time instead of his bloody palms, they were soaked deep crimson in the blood of others. The surroundings began to shift from a silence ocean stranding to a gore fest off land.
“All of the tranquility was of my doing. We did this. Every last body here was slain by our hands. There was no escaping this. We are a monster doomed to be alone forever.”
Itada cradled his face into his palms and whispered “Anika..where is she?”
“Oh the girl, why not look in front of you?”
The hazy images began to subside to show a teenage girl laying across from Itada in the same boat he was in. She was fair skinned with dreads almost as long as his. Her arms were broken and legs were mangled in various positions. She twitched.
“A-Anika” the words barely reached out of his mouth as he looked down at his hand. Before he had the chance to comprehend, his arm was already impaled through her sternum.
“Ah, it seems she was still alive. That should do it.”
“SHINNO! WHY DID YOU DO THIS?”
“It was our will. The will of the loneliness that is destined to follow us.”