REVERIE: Twisted Reality

Day 11: Can't Stay Any Longer

Alexandria Lennon

As much as I was bothered and deep in my thoughts, I stood up from my bed and went out of the room.

I can't just stay at ease anymore now that I know there could be a nightmare surge every ten days. And just how sure can I be that it'll only happen every ten days? It might happen any day.

So I headed to the brat's room. This time, I'll be ready. 

I can't keep relying on Joker or anyone in this mansion. 

'I can't just be a damsel in distress in need of saving.'

When I reached the brat's door, I didn't bother knocking anymore and entered without prior notice. 

The blue-haired brat looked up as if expecting my arrival. He snapped his fingers and the knives were immediately laid on the table.

"I assume you're here for this?" He asked in a matter-of-fact tone. "Yes." I answered nonchalantly.

I still remembered the costs of each merchandise so I picked the knife that will only cost me 7 days.

It was a butcher knife to be exact. 

The brat was selling it in 3 different colors but I don't think the nightmare will care about the color of the knife I'm gonna kill it with.

 "This butcher knife." I told the brat. He smiled mischievously then asked, "What color would you like, Alexandria?" 

"Does it matter?" I asked him sarcastically. 

He just let out an amused laugh before saying, "I guess not."

I was about to get the merchandise from the table when everything suddenly disappeared as soon as the brat snapped his fingers.

I looked at him questioningly. 

"You'll find the merchandise in your bedroom after 5 days." He simply explained. I didn't bother to say anything back and turned to leave.

"Glad to see you're still here." I heard the brat say. I turned to face him but all I saw was his amused expression. 

Somehow, I feel like we were back to being the strangers we were like the first time we met.

"I suggested that you avoid dangerous actions yet here you are buying a knife? What do you exactly plan to do with that? Chop nightmares to death?" He mockingly asked. My eyes rolled heavenwards.

"Wouldn't that make things a whole lot interesting for you?" I asked sarcastically but he just chuckled in amusement again. 

I smirked at the brat's smugness and started to leave but before I stepped out the door, I stopped and said, "Just stay in your seat and watch as you've always done." and left.

I could hear the brat laughing like a maniac from his room.

I didn't want to hear it any longer so I quickly ran down the corridors to my room. 

I was panting as soon as I got inside and closed the doors. 

I thought it was sweat trickling down from my face but it was tears. I slumped down the floor and rested my back on the door. 

I didn't understand why I was crying. I insisted I didn't understand why I was crying.

But I'd just be lying to myself. 

'I'd be lying if I say that the sudden indifference between me and the brat didn't hurt me.'

I was more attached to him than I thought. 

How could I get attached to someone so much with such measly conversations?

Was I so lonely that I saw the brat like he was my brother?

And how could that brat change back so easily like that? Or maybe he was always like that and I was just delusional.

I hugged my knees and kept crying. 

'Why am I like this?' I wasn't always like this. Getting attached too much. Being so fragile and dependent. I'm changing. Or maybe I was always like this too. I just kept denying it.

It's so scary to care about someone when you can get hurt like this. 

That's why I have to stop myself from getting attached to anyone here in this mansion.

But I'm not sure I can do that.

At this point, I might break before I even lose my sanity.

So I need to find a way out as soon as possible 'cause I can't stay any longer.