Silence | Karlnap

Chapter 7 | part 2

//Karls pov
Cursing, speak of blood, derealization , hallucinations

You could say my life was pretty shit.

Because it was.

I didn't care about anything anymore.

I just wanted to be alone.

Even away from Nick.

Being alone was one of my worst fears, but now its a thing that happens to me everyday.

My mind began to think of things.

FlashBack

"God damnit!" Nicks voice was loud.

Very loud.

"You had everything going good for you Karl!"

"Everyone loved you."

"You had millions of fans, the perfect job."

"Now look at you, you barely even get out of the fucking bed."

"You do understand without me you wouldn't even have your house?"

"I pay for everything."

"I bring you food."

"I wake you up in the-"

Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut upShut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

I stared out the window.

Saying nothing.

Letting him go on.

My fingers dug into my palm.

I could kill him.

Just like her.

No.

Stop having these intrusive thoughts.

"Are you even fucking listening?!"

He slammed on the breaks.

My face hit the dashboard.

I felt blood trickle down my face.

[His nose is bleeding btw]

I was so out of it.

Everything felt fuzzy.

"Ka-"

"Are you okay?"

"Why did y-"

I could barely hear what he was saying.

My ears began to ring.

Flashback over.

Bzz Bzz Bzz

I looked at the phone.

No caller ID

I answered.

"Hello?"

'Why did you do that?'

'Why did you think that?'

'Do you really want to kill him?'

'Do you want to see his lifeless body on the blood stained carpet?'

'Do you want to be the one to explain why he isn't alive?'

The voice was mine.

It sounded like me.

Exactly like me.

Is this even real?

I moved my phone from my ear.

The phone was dead.

Nothing.

Footsteps.

I jolted my head to the door.

I walked towards it, slowly creaking it open.

Mom?

Is that my mother?

My mother is dead.

I pushed the door open.

"Oh Karl!"

"I brought you something."

The vision handed me a bouquet of flowers.

They slipped out of my hand.

"Your not real."

"What?"

Her expression changed.

She was mad.

He hand landed on my wrist.

"Im not real?"

"Im not real Karl?!"

"You can feel my touch cant you?"

It stung.

It burned.

Tears fell onto my clothes.

I was home alone.

Nick was out grocery shopping.

"IM NOT REAL?!"

I flinched.

Her fingers dug into my skin, causing me to bleed.

I sobbed.

She disappeared.

I slid down the wall, onto the floor.

Hugging my knees.

I looked at my wrist.

Nothing.