My psycho side

Stupid Camaya

    Shocked beyond anything, I turn slowly facing the guy on the bed but he's no longer there. He's standing by the bathroom door looking down at me with something i can't place my finger on.

    "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask instead of asking the real questions lingering in my mind. What happened to Camaya? Why was she engaged? And to whom? Since when?

     "You're... you seem different today." He replies as if he's unsure of what he is saying. More like talking to himself than to me. Well of course I'll seem different cause I'm different. I ain't nothing like Camaya but that's not what i want to hear right now.

    "Why is this ring here?" Pointing to my left hand i ask and he looks shocked. His jaw is literally on the floor.

   "Is... is it you really don't know or are you trying to play with me right now?"

   "Why would i waste precious time playing games with you... whatever your name is... I clearly don't have any idea and that's why I am asking." He's starting to get on my nerves. Before he starts talking, the door is slammed open and Larry, the guy i was waiting for enters the room. Panting. Did this old man just run all the way here?

    "Camaya..."

    "MAYA. IT'S FUCKING MAYA." I shout at him and every other person seems terrified except His Majesty Larry. I only realise he didn't come alone. The doctor and old lady from earlier are closely behind him. They must've told him what happened here earlier. Wait? If he was told and he rushed here, does that mean he knows my condition? I really hope not.

     "Ok, Maya, calm down. That man right there is your fiance and this is his mother." He says pointing to the guy behind me and the lady beside him. Ok, so this lady is my, no Camaya's future mother in law. I definitely am not marrying into this family.

    I turn and face the guy behind me and carefully look at him. He has short neat black hair. Good. His eyes black and dark, like he's hiding something. Secrets. He's, i could guess a six foot and around twenty seven or eight years old. Why the fuck would Camaya go for someone that old? We are only twenty years and we definitely deserve better. BETTER.

   He has similar features to the old lady i just noticed. The hair, eyes and height. Suddenly, it occurs to me. How did Larry know that I wouldn't know or recognize these people?

   "How did you know..." He interrupts like he doesn't want anyone else to know.

   "I know your not feeling well so you're just confused. Get some rest."

   "No. I want to get out of here."

   "You really need to..." The lady tries to talk me into resting.

   "I already said no. What part of that don't you all understand?"

   "Alright dear, Jeff will take you home. Jeff." The lady says and motions for him to come take me.

   "Yes mom." Jeff holds my hand which I yank when he holds me.

   "Let's go." I follow him outside but not before giving Larry the 'this is not over' look and he simply nods his head.

   Larry isn't  like this. He just agreed to what I want. No. Something's up. Something definitely is up and I can't get whatever it is. Why would he hide my condition from the family I'll be spending the rest of my life in? That's only if I don't escape or kill them. Hmm, murder. Very tempting.

   The drive to my supposed home is silent. Jeff keeps looking at me with the corner of his eye when he thinks I'm not looking. I honestly don't have time for him right now. I'm way to busy thinking of what's Larry's posible end game. What's his aim? I can't wait to get my hands on Camaya's diary to know what happened all this time.

  I suddenly remember William, the guy Camaya wrote about. The one who used to help her every time she went out to meet Jacob and who was training her on self defense. I hope he did a good job so she can be able to protect herself when I'm not around.

   Speaking of, i promised both Camaya and Jacob that I would avenge his death. But for that I'll need William's help. I need to find him. Too much work to be done in a short span of time. I don't know how long I'll be here so I need to start planning as soon as possible.

   Jeff stops at a beautiful mansion and for a while I just stare at it. Of course Camaya would hook up with a rich guy.

   "Let's go inside." He says in a small voice almost a whisper. Like he's scared that I would run away if he raised his voice.

  "Hmm." He leads me inside and up the stairs. He didn't even give me a chance to roam around for a while.

   "Take a rest. I'll send someone to bring you your medicines and something to eat." He leaves shortly after and locks the door behind him. Ok great. It's time to plan.

  I reach for the closet on the far end of the room and yank them open. I look around searching for something I don't even know. I realize only Camaya's clothes hang there. At least she had a room of her own. I continue my search and find nothing useful in there. Where did she keep her diary? I walk back into the room and my eyes land on the bed.

  Suddenly an image forms in my mind. It's kind of blurry but I could clearly make out a man's image on top of someone. Yuck but fuck. What was that?  My head starts to hurt like there's someone hitting it repeatedly with a sledgehammer. For a moment I just stand there trying to calm down. The image forms again in my mind when my eyes land on the bed and an unrecognizable pain shoots through my chest.

  What the heck is happening to me?

  It's like my mind is trying to block a memory except I've never been to this house or this room. Is this a memory from Camaya or something?

  The more reason i need to find her diary. Something happened to Camaya and that's why she's trying to communicate with me. The pain I feel in my chest is evidence enough. I've never felt this pain before except for when I found out that mom had died and Larry cooked up a sick sorry to the rest of the world.

  Something keeps pulling me to the bed and whenever I look at the bed, my head pounds with excruciating pain and that image keeps playing in my mind and vision. What really happened?

  I search the whole room and don't find the darn diary. Where could it be? I totally have no idea. Fuck. Stupid Camaya.

A/N  Hey there psychos. Hope this isn't as confusing at it seems. Wish you a good time reading.

  Love.