The Girl Who Heard Voices.

Touch.

The day had gone by so quickly. Next thing we knew it was one in the morning. Walking into the living room, I notice Lyle hunched over a shelf, looking at pictures from what seemed like forever ago.
"I remember when you used to look like this."
"Um what?" I question. "socially awkward."
"No, you're still that." He smiled and glanced over his shoulder, and I just smiled and nodded. He was right. I've never been socially relevant when growing up and I'm still not.
"I'm gonna sleep on the couch," he turned completely to face me as he announced, "Do you have any sheets and blankets?" He questioned "Maybe a pillow for your dear old childhood friend." He smirked and I just stood there.
"you know you can just sleep in my room. I'll stay in moms for tonight."
"isn't that like breaking mourning rules?" he looked confused. "I thought when someone passes you're not supposed to go into their room as a sign of respect."
"I don't believe in mourning an all that stuff. It's not like I'm breaking any real rules. All I know is that I'm not letting you sleep on that spring field of a couch."
And with that, I took my leave walking up the stairs to my moms room. Most people leave their loved ones bedroom door closed just the way they left it before thy passed. Then there's me. Since my mom didn't really know to keep her bedroom all neat, I usually did it for her. I don't want people remembering her as a slob. I crawl into her bed, the bedsheets lingered with the fragrance of Chanel perfume. I remember how excited she used to get when I bought it for her. It was a pain in my ass though because I had to scrape up all the pennies and nickels I could find. But it was with seeing te smile sprawled out along her rosey cheeks.

My muscles tensed up, my stomach churned and my head felt like it was being split open with a fucking meat cleaver. A painful shriek escaped my frail lips, and a burning sensation lingered in the back of my throat. I saw nothing, my vision was colorless and without any sense of life. My body grew hot, as I blindedly clutched for my chest, the pain unbearable. "Lyle!" I called but my lips hadn't moved. I couldn't talk, my lips motionless. Had my cries been all in my head too? Minutes had past, the pain felt excruciating, I couldn't move, see, not speak. But I sure as hell didn't lose my sense of touch. My back stiffened as I felt something graze around my back, wrapping around my waist. I kick frantically as my vision was still vacant from my control. My lips part, I let out a horrific scream, and I felt as tears had been pooling from my eyes, flooding over my cheeks. Something grabbed me by the back of my neck, and pulled me close. I could feel it's breath against my shoulder. I kicked and shoved, not knowing what it was. I continued to cry, my voice disfigured and cracked as I sob.