Interior Monologue

It wouldn’t be so hard if I knew who or what I was. I wouldn’t feel so….empty. Perhaps I could even feel joy. But that shall never be. At least, not as I am now. My eyebrow twitched at the cliché scene before me. Not from anger but the sheer annoyance of its stupidity. Dantalion, my dear friend, had once again lost his head. It isn’t the most appealing sight to see a headless body tripping over its own feet trying to get around, but I suppose by now I should be used to it. “You idiot where did you leave it this time,” I asked my friends beheaded body. “My heads in someplace dark but I’m not sure where,” the decapitated being replied with its hands. I sighed displeased with this waste of time. Then again it’s not like I had anything better
This was a time consuming but effective method of finding the fools head. And it was one that was a bit more entertaining for reason only myself would understand. The general success of this current was far from fruitful and I was growing tired of this unnecessary game. What little tolerance I had left seeped away and left me with nothing but pure irritation. I was making this take longer than intended. “Maria. James,” I shouted loudly to be heard throughout the large manor. Instantly my call was met with the panicked pounding of feet running through the halls. Not even minute later the double doors to the living area had burst open revealing the two young twins of the estate. The pair were shaking like leaves, most obviously uneased by my clear unpleasant mood. I didn’t say a word; just gazed at the two. Maria and James flinched at the negativity of my mood that was now visibly directed at them. “Now would you please give Dantalion his head back,” I inquired restraining any form of displeasure from entering my
Charlie, sir,” they pouted, a bit more comfortable now that I wasn’t showing my anger. The troublesome duo did a mock salute, and hurriedly made their way towards the seating of the room. I followed slowly behind the pair not particularly energetic with the event on hand. “You two should slow down before you break something,” I said dully. And of course, as if predicting the future, little Maria tripped, bumping into a fairly pricy lamp. James who had tried to catch it only redirected course of its fall. I was to be furious with them if anything had been broken, but it seemed lady luck was on the twins’ side today. The lamp had met its travels end on the sofa land on top of a thick quilt. A sigh of huge relief left the pair’s lips and their shoulders sagged. I turned my head to a sudden thud on other side of the room where I left Dantalion’s body. His body was rolling around on the floor grasping for the head it was lacking as if in pain. Without a moment of thought I turned back and pick up the lamp, taking the quilt along. Setting both objects in better places than they were previously, the object of our previous predicament had been