I was once alone, it was wonderful! I loved the silence or at least the “silence”. There was always a tv on or music playing SOFTLY. The smell of coffee and sweet blueberry muffins dancing from the kitchen to every room in my apartment. Every morning I would wake up, make coffee, and turn on the news. In case I missed something important from the day before. The day my life changed, I didn’t make coffee. I didn’t turn on the news. It didn’t feel right, no matter what I did it all felt just a little bit off.
That morning I woke up to the sound of thunder knocking against my front door and their friend lightening peeking in my windows. I looked at my alarm clock and it was flashing 12:00 at me in bright red letters. I guessed that meant the power had gone out, I sighed and sat up clicking on the home button of my smartphone, luckily it got a full charge before the power outage. I checked the time after unplugging my phone and saw it was 5:45 am so I decided to get up, normally my alarm clock would go off at six.
I got up and wandered to my bathroom to brush my teeth because for some reason all I can taste right now is blood. I flicked on the lightswitch to see if the power was still out and only half of the lights were working. So I quickly wash my mouth out, I see blood dripping and I look up in the mirror to see my nose is bleeding. I wipe my nose but see that reflection just stares at me. I shake my head thinking that I’m just tired and overworked. I leave the bathroom and open the curtains in the living room. If there is one thing I love it's a good storm. I can see my reflection in the window,suddenly there was a huge echo of thunder and I see my reflection jump and I stare at it confused. Am I going crazy? There is no way that actually happened. I shook my head and walked away from the window holding my head as a pounding headache rammed into my head like a moving train. I stumble a little but regain my balance enough to be able to plop down in the chair next to me and take some deep breaths.
Once I feel stable enough to go into the kitchen where I keep all my pain killers. I go there and try to open the cupboard but for some odd reason it won't budge. I pull a few more times but nothing was happening, I was so focused on the cupboard that I didn’t even notice my reflection smirking at me through the shiny slivers spoons sitting next to my sink because they had just been cleaned the night before. The lights flicker more and suddenly I feel like I’m not alone. I slowly reach for a knife that is next to the spoon and a boney large hand grips my wrist tight enough that I was afraid my wrist was gonna shatter.I arm was suddenly yanked so that I was now turned around and staring at myself. I mean she wasn’t me but she was me. She was tall, sickly-skinny, and so pale I thought I could see through her for a moment. She brought one of her pointy witch fingers to the end of my nose and smirked again with her teeth all brown and chipped, she whispered to me in a raspy-smoking for twenty years voice.
¨It’s time for you to stop eating all that candy~.¨
She backed up a little and started laughing like a maniac! I was so confused and scared that threw that knife that I was holding at her and she vanished. I ran over to the knife and suddenly she was behind me with her hands around my neck. She started squeezing my neck and I started feeling my head getting bigger and bigger. Suddenly, i felt like my head was about to explode and then…. I woke up.
I looked around, I was laying on a really crappy couch that Is only standing on three legs. People were laying around me all passed out and I noticed that some pills with little unicorns pressed onto them. I start to remember that last night there was a party and… I think I took some ecstasy. That would explain the messed up dream, it was so real but at the same time there was no way it was real. I stared at the ceiling for a while and that is when I realized… I have a problem, and it needs to be fixed.
THE END.
(This is not based on real events)
