It all.

"Is your father the monster you spoke of?"

She shook her head no.

"Is your mother the monster you spoke of?"

She shook her head no.

"Was this monster a real monster?"

She shook her head no.

"It has been six years, Zeriph. You have only spoken a few words to us, if you refuse any further than we will be forced to hold you longer. We cant help you if you won't let us."

"You're asking the wrong questions." Zeriph spoke with her head turned slightly. She stiffened her back against the metal chair, straps containing the tiny wrists she beholds.

"Then what can you tell us?"

"He wasnt a monster, my father. It was the creature that lived in his head that was. " Zeriph rattled the buckles of the straps against the
chair.. she just wanted to hear the noise; the clenching and clinging to its echo.

"Where did this monster come from?"

"His sleep."

"You are not speaking much Zeriph. Do you not wish to talk?"

"I don't mind it, I just find your structure to be rather, dull. you sit with your back straight, with your blonde hair, laying down your back,
like silk to a stiffened wind. You ask these questions as if you have the slightest clue, but you can't fathom it. Nor can you fathom me.
Why make an effort when I am beyond your morals?"

"Beyond my morals? How would you know what it is my morals are exactly?"

"Do you know what morals are? Do you know that the world you walk in began with no such things? Your kind created boundaries for its own comfort, to keep control over a world that it was never to have control of. Pathetic attempt it was, as there are creatures that need not doors to keep them out, bars to keep them confined or a large body
of life to keep them away. They have no morals, such as not yourself. They dont get up everyday to work for a system that steals. All they need
are the frequencies your mind transmits."

"Strong theories for a 16 year old girl, Zeriph. These creatures, as you called them, what frequencies are you talking about?"

"When you sleep, your mind idols on the lowest subconscious level it can. By that said, your mind begins to transmit high pitched frequencies that can catch the attention of the deaf. They find you, they read into you, feed from you and learn more of you than even you may know. Once they have that taste of your essence, some of them dont
let go."

"They dont let go?"

"If they latch onto you, enjoying your taste, so to speak, they can then use your neurological frequency as a portal. When you fall pray to the unconscious mind, youre weak. vulnerable, and nothing can save you. After they hold on for some long, you can unknowingly pull them through, into
this world."

"I thought you said that these monsters were not real monsters?"

"No, you asked me if this monster was a real monster. Referring to one. They are not real because they are not aware of themselves, they do not have a thought process, emotions to decipher,
logics to grasp. They do not stop to think of anything at all, they just do. They have no bodies; it's not our faith that keeps them here. We are just what pulls them through."

"Then tell me about your father, Zeriph. What was he like?"

"My Father was like every other parent a child should have. A father that worked a great many hours, a great many days for years to give
his child the support they needed. I loved that man, and his monster."

"Can you explain to me why it is you called it his monster?"

"There was a time in my life where I had woke to find my father moving about in his bed. He was not conscious to this world, but he seemed under stress - Like a nightmare. I thought nothing of it until the following day when he began to make slight changes in his routine. He became careless, he became slurred at speech, his body became ill and he grew to be mean."

"How did your father become ill?"

"He stopped eating."

"Why had he done that?"

"His appetite was not for food, it was not for drinks, not for blood or flesh. The monster just didn't understand that a human body couldnt
survive only on energy. I had to teach it to eat human food. For awhile, it would vomit as it couldn't adjust to the taste it was experiencing. At first, it had choked on the food, knowing not how to swallow, knowing not how to let it digest into the body. To it, it was like us eating decayed food from a festering trash can that carried maggots upon it."

"What about the slurred speech?"

"English is not its language. I taught it to speak. It babbled, like a child."

"In what ways was it mean?"

"It didn't become mean until after I taught it. Well, I thought I was teaching it but I was fooled. It already knew, but it wanted to play
with my intelligence. It wanted me to feel a sense of pride that was nothing below or above false. I was its entertainment. It had began
stepping up ways to make me tend to its will. Such as the illness, the vomiting, the slurred speech. It knew I loved my father. It knew I
would feed him, clean up after him, teach him, again. "

"So it was just playing a game? "

"No, Thats what it wanted me to think. It wanted me to believe it was ignorant, but then it wanted me to believe its intelligence was more
than mine. There is no such thing as intelligence and there is no such thing as ignorance. There are no lines seperating the two. All there
is in this world, is you, me and all others as individuals. All there is in this world is manipulation of matter and persuasion to energy. "

"manipulation? why do you say so Zeriph?"

"When you were younger, there was a point in your life when you would belittle someone whether it was to their face, or to their backs to
give yourself a heightened sense of intelligence. Even if you knew damn well, they were smarter than you, had better grades in school than you. You manipulated others into believing you were smarter. But haven't you had that friend, that one friend that seemed to fail at
everything? They relied on you to be their comfort, to reassure them they were not a failure, that they were not stupid, in the slightest.
You used persuasion into making them believe something that they were not. It played a game because it needed the fulfillment of both."

"I thought you just said it wasnt playing a game?"

"But it wasnt. It was just being what it knows."

"and what is that?"

"Everything."