Blurr

THIS IS NOT MY WORK, FOR THE RECORD.

It's my best friends, she doesn't have an account on here, but she wants criticism on her work.

This is a piece to her project, its not finished, theres missing thoughts that will be added later, but some insight, reviews, anything will be appreciated.

I hear the begging sobs of my fragile Rosalie from the second bedroom. I hear the footsteps of a monster blistering the wooden living room floor. I see nothing. There is no light besides what the moon tried to provide for us tonight. I feel the raw tingle of my body trying to tell me I'm hurt, as if I couldn't have already figured, but there is no real pain. I hear crunching glass under the feet of the monster. My eyes burn. The roots in my mouth struggle to keep my teeth strong. The glass stops crunching.

Something hits me on the side of the head, my temporal bone to be exact. I feel no pain. I hear nothing, until my ears begin to ring. Nothing is real. I fall to the tile with another hit against my skull.

Nothing happens but the ringing. Eventually it all goes black, like the moon gave up on my struggle, and I'm gone.

It feels like a few minutes have passed. I open my eyes and see the blur of monster feet stepping out through the bedroom window, which is visible from the floor of my bathroom, right outside my bathroom arch. My eyes flick down to the floor. A shaky-visioned stain of red-violet reflects the dull light from the persistent little moon. I can't tell if it's blood or the alcohol I had been drinking in the bath. I close my eyes again and move my hands through the puddle. I can hear my cat pawing towards me, out from her hide-away place under my bed. Her padding sounds like it's coming through a speaker with the volume at it's fullest.

Bristle-feelings scrape the skinless parts on my arms and I flinch away with a sharp gasp. She lies next to me anyway, keeping me company. But I still hear the rough pawing noise in my head and it sets off a wave of seemingly everlasting vertigo.

Vertigo is the absolute most horrible thing I have ever experienced. There's no up or down or anywhere. I feel around, searching for the floor, but like I said, there is no floor. My stomach agrees that it needs to find the floor, but I can't get up because my head needs the floor as well.

"Annabella," I hear Rosalie cry from closer than before, "Are you okay? Where's the phone?"

"Don't you dare touch that phone, Rosalie!" I snarl at her, giving my stomach its chance to escape.

Over my gagging I hear a raspy voice from outside. I freeze. I'm up on my elbows now, trying to hold back the vomit for the sake of my life. The voice terrifies me.

"Hello?" It calls, "Your window is open, and I heard some crazy noises from here. Is everything okay?"

I slap my hand to the floor to support myself better and catch something sharp on my palm, letting a painful, stunted gasp release from my lungs. I lie on my side again and try to look out to find the stranger in the dark.