Izaya sat on the far side of his cell, staring at the white wall in front of him -- unblinking, unmoving. Had Shinra really forgotten about him? He was so hungry...starving almost... He hadn't had a bath for who knows how long, and no one had come to visit him.
--But Shinra-san must have a good reason for not feeding you. Perhaps you've done something wrong again.
The only time had he ever seen the brown haired doctor anymore was when he, so many of him, dragged him out of his cell to go to the lab. The medications he was given had only gotten more frequent, the 'tests' Shinra preforms on him more horrible. Every day at every hour he'd be forced to succumb to something new -- something more torturous than the last.
--Perhaps he's not testing you.
Perhaps he only wants to see you to your death.
But, unfortunately for Shinra, the raven had begun to welcome that thought long ago.
Trying to keep his mind off of how hungry he was -- maybe if I bit off a piece of my toe, Shinra-san won't notice -- he suddenly felt his vision becoming distorted. On the outside, he remained calm and collective, his face never twitching as he found his mind to be tumbling far from reality. If Shinra had passed by, he probably wouldn't care thinking Izaya was merely zoning out again.
But that's when the raven felt himself falling.
Suddenly, Izaya panicked. He was no longer in the so-called 'safe haven' that was his room anymore. He grabbed at his face, eyes wide as his pupils began searching for the ground where he would most likely find his end to the life he was so desperately trying to escape from. But at the same time, he felt a freedom he had never felt before. He was no longer tied to that bed. No longer forced to being set alight by the damned doctors that ran that place...
That didn't mean, though, that he was any less terrified.
"Be quick, we mustn’t hesitate, move now, move now.”
That voice echoed in his head as he screamed -- well, at least attempted to. Nothing but a silent breath of air was heard as he felt himself fall faster and faster. Furniture that should be seated on the ground and not floating in mid-air zoomed past his head as he made a grab for them. Maybe he could climb his way to the top? He assumed that's where he fell from. He spun so he was facing upwards, head grazing a piano as he searched again but this time for the asylum he had made himself a home from.
He saw it. He saw that pure white ceiling that hovered over his head each and every night he fell asleep. He reached for it, somehow wishing he could grab it before hearing that voice again ring aloud.
“Wonder if you’ll die when you crash to the bottom? That would be interesting, no?”
He turned his body again so it was facing downwards once more, hoping to find the source of the voice before feeling his body slam down hard onto a black and white checkered floor. That voice...had he heard what he was thinking about earlier? About escaping this life and going onto the next? He shivered at the thought, remembering that he had been told to not to hesitate.
He pushed himself off the ground, running down the corridor now hearing much more voices than he was used to all at the same time. He shook his head, trying to get rid of them before running into an object now standing in his way. Stopping, he looked around. He was in a new area, it seemed. Deciding it would be best to assess everything at a higher view, he took a good look at the object in front of him, shrugging before grabbing a hold of it and pulling his body to the top. Somehow, he found himself on top of a table, and looking around, he realized that everything was much larger than he had remembered.
--Is everything bigger...? Or have I just shrunk an inch too little?
Taking another moment to stare at the wall, his lips twitched up into a smirk.
--Am I doing ok? he questioned, asking the voice he had heard from earlier.
