Jorden
"I still haven't gotten out of this wretched place, this are getting really weird. I've been in this room for a few days maybe even more. I really need another shower, thank goodness, there is one in here. Hanorah, comes in and out, not even noticing me. I stay in bed all day... Or do these stupid video diaries." I run my hand over my face and look into the camera. A small stubble of hair was forming on my lower face and neck. My stomach grumbled from not having the right amount of food or not even having food at all. "I need to get out." I sigh and switch the video camera off.
I walk into the bathroom and strip my clothes off and start the water. I stand under for awhile just thinking over everything, before washing my body, face and hair. I warm water washes off the suds over my body as I massage my head with conditioner. Nothing strange has really happened to me, just little flashes of 'dead' people, every now and then. I've been getting nightmares as well.
They are the same, night after night, after night. I'm in my bed, sleeping, when something white blows across my body, ice hands touching my bear chest. The figure hands make their way up to my neck, choking me. And that's when I wake up, choking on water. Sometimes a liquid spills down my chin, other times, I have a blood sensation running through my mouth, the taste of metallic blood stains my mouth. I can't get rid of this dream.
I pull out my razor and start shaving off the tiny bit of hair that had grown, since I'd shaved last. I glided the razor over my face, until I had got all the hair. Then, I started working on my neck. An invisible force takes over control of my hand and just misses sliting my throat.
"Hey, stop." I say firmly and grab my hand, keeping it away from my neck. But, I'm not strong enough. The blade swipes again and gets my knuckles, then the outside of my wrist, "Stop!" I shout, but they don't and go for another cut between my chest and neck. I pull all my strength together and use my other hand to pathetically throw the razor on the ground before me. I drop to my knees and my hand goes after it, almost searchingly. "No, I don't want this!" I say.
"But, it was okay every other time you did it?" a dark voice says. I shake my head.
"Don't you dare!" I look around, and force the razor in my hand to the ground as it tried to nip at my skin. I am stronger. I closed my eyes and skid the blade along the bathroom floor, blood stains the ground. I look down at my left arm, the was so much blood I didn't think it would stop pouring out.
I stagged to my feet, I winced as I rinced off my arm. I opened every draw, every cabnet, looking for a first aid kit, I couldn't find andthing. My arm started to drip again. I figured, I'd have something for it in my bag.
"Jorden." I hear a few gasps from across the room. I really hope this person doesn't make a fuss...
"Oh, hey..."
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