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“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own? Memphis won’t be happy if I do, but I could stay until they show up-”
I held a single finger up in the air to silence my dad and smiled, trying my best to communicate “I’ll be fine” without saying anything. Luckily, even though I possessed inferior charades skills, he got the message. He wasn’t too happy about it.
“Are you positive?”
I nodded rapidly. My right hand was rested on one of my knees, ready to slap my forehead if he asked again.
He gave in. “Oh, all right. I guess it is only a half hour…” He slumped in disappointment, bringing him down to about my standing height, but still above my current kneeling-on-my-bed height. He shuffled out and gently pulled the door shut behind him. The room was mine again.
I flopped backwards onto my extremely unkempt bed. Usually Dad would have had a problem with the mess, but seeing as I had been trapped there for the last three days, the fact that it was muddled was only logical. I was enjoying it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m typically a fairly clean person, but it’s not every day that I get to wallow in my own filth. It was an interesting experience. Regardless, I really wanted to take a shower.
I held still and waited for Dad to leave the house. I listened. A door clicking shut. An engine starting. Gravel shifting under spinning car tires. Silence. Okay, he’s gone.
To bad by that point I had forgotten why I was waiting for him to leave. Must have been the painkillers. I kept lying there.
As the seconds sluggishly ticked by, I wondered if I would have been happier going to church with my dad. Shooting that thought down was the fastest thing that happened in my head that day. I didn’t want to listen to another preachy word coming out of that crotchety old priest’s mouth. Why? Two reasons.
One, his voice sounds like a chainsaw trying to hack a boulder in half. Not something I enjoy listening to for hours on end.
Two, no matter how hard I try, I cannot believe anything they say about God and the all those crazy miraculous things that happen in the Bible. It doesn’t make sense. At all. I don’t get how anyone manages to base their entire belief system off of the idea of a big person in the sky that controlled the whole universe. I don’t have anything against religious people, though- if it makes them happy, more power to them. But it’s not for me.
I think it’s hereditary. I got it from my mom. She couldn’t make sense of it either and told my dad she didn’t believe in God. One thing led to another, and bam, divorce.
I haven’t told Dad I’m on Mom’s side yet.
“And it looks to me like you’ll never get the chance to.”
I jolted straight into a seated position. I looked around. What the heck was that? I didn’t see anyone. I didn’t hear footsteps. As far as I could tell from my bed, I was alone.
And now I’m going insane, I thought with a sigh. Perfect. Just perfect.
“Oh, but you’re not going insane.”
I jerked again. But this time it wasn’t in fear. I didn’t know what it was. Pure icy fear crept up my spine and froze my whole body into an ice sculpture. I could barely even breathe.
The voice came again. It was low and hissing and mysterious with a drop of sickeningly sweet honey, like a snake and a tiger and a bird all as one. A dragon’s voice. “I am here and I am real. Just as real as you are.”
Without moving my head I glanced around the room wildly. “Where are you?” I asked, my voice hoarse and shaking. I couldn’t feel the pain in my jaw anymore—the fear overpowered it.
“No use looking for me,” It continued, half ignoring my question. “I can’t be seen. Although you may want to look around anyway, since this room is the last thing you’ll ever see.”
It made a strange, almost artificial serious of sounds: click click shhh hiss click. There was a second of pause.
Then my brain started burning.
It burned and burned and burned and all I felt was burning and I thought I was going to die. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t cry. The parts of my brain responsible for screaming and crying had gone up in smoke. All I could do was sit and let my brain smolder and know I was going to die.
It started spreading. The flame extended over my skull and my face and my neck. It stretched down my body, wrapping around my arms and my torso and my legs. My skin burned. My muscles burned. My bones burned. My body, my mind, my entire being and my entire world burned.
It stopped.
I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I was numb. But I was alive. I could see. I was still on my bed, still sitting up. I didn’t know how I was holding myself up. I felt like a ragdoll.
I smiled. I didn’t want to smile. I didn’t even try to smile. I tried to force a frown. The smiled stayed in place.
I wasn't in control of my body anymore. It was.
My head turned. My eyes drifted to the bedside table. Compared to my bed, it was all tidy and clean. Just a clock, an open box of GoGurts, a neat pile of emptied tubes, a pair of scissors I used to open them, a hairbrush, and a few assorted beanie babies. My gaze landed on the scissors. I smirked.
“That should do nicely.” The voice that came out was mine, but in the same silky, hissing manner It spoke with before.
On the outside, I began reaching across the bed for the scissors, a horrible, twisted grin plastered on my face.
On the inside, I was shaking in terror.
“Don’t worry,” It said, again through me. “This will be quick.”
Ohgodnoitsgoingtokillmenonononono.
My fingers wrapped around the handles of the scissors. I faltered before pulling it back, as if It was savoring the moment. I chuckled. A chuckle that only sounded wicked because I expected it too, but beneath that expectation there were all sorts of strange emotions- glee, excitement, relief.
“Goodbye, Christine.”
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(Alright, the reason why this is Maybe Chapter 1 is because there's either another chapter or a prologue before this. I'm not sure. I just didn't want to write and post that one because it's boring and this one is cooler. Obviously, you miss some pretty important information, so here's what you need to know:
- The main character's name is Christine
- She just came out of surgery for a very early caught case of salivary gland cancer, and is fine now except for the fact that she's still recovering from the surgery.
- Because of the surgery, her jaw hurts a ton, so she can't talk, has to take painkillers daily, and is on a practically liquid diet.
Hopefully that clears it up. This is my first story on here, so I hope you enjoy it! ^.^)
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