Victim of Eyes

Nathaniel

   Oh my god I think to myself as I'm crouched behind a couch. Omala told me to stay still but I can't. I have to get out of here but I feel too scared to move. All around me is surrounded in glass because he came through the window. Is it a he?. I can hear him breath, it's so loud the ground is rumbling. He's getting closer I think to myself as I'm moving slowly trying not to make sound with the glass. I'm full on crying my eyes out. I take a piece of glass and throw it across the room hopefully making a sound in that direction. My distraction worked. I need to get up and get out. I stand up and run as fast as I can to the broken window. My legs give out as he's pulling me too him. He lightly grabs my waist and caresses my face. This fucking creep. "What do you need? Weed? I have a stash, cocaine give me a week. Prostitution just take me! Just don't kill me please please" I say to him. He just lightly grins. He's covered in muck and moss. He reeks and looks like he's decaying. He has four eyes all looking in different directions. The moss looks like hair on his head. His skin is as red as moldy cherries. "You can do nothing about this, for this is a fate you must come too" he says poetically. "I'm too young to be taken!"
"You're at the ripe age of 15. You've lived for everything you can my dear" he stops before adding to his poem. "Let them take over, let's your vision run free, let the light in and let it consume and cleanse you of your sin. I am your end you are my beginning. Let my plan play out like clockwork" he says before I get an aching pain in my stomach.
    He brings me to the tv in my living room, dragging me by the hair. I get launched into it the glass breaking into my scalp. I soon awake In, a high-school? But a not normal high-school no, this so different. Why is everyone dressed like they're from the eighties? I think to myself before I realize. I've seen this film before. I'm in fucking Nightmare On Elm Street. But i was just in my living room? How did that thing do that? I was just in my living room? How did this happen? As Nancy does in the movie, I get up from my chair in the dreamworld/tv world bedroom and get the fuck out of there.
   As I'm running down the hallway, I see a girl in the Freddy Krueger sweater, she waves to me with a hand with claws for nails. I run past her to the basement, as I follow a train of blood down the stairs I soon find myself in the schools boiler room, oh god I remember this scene. I start to explore, for a few seconds I have peace, until I see him.
   It's not Freddy Krueger though, it's just a regular teenager, well besides from the fact his eyes are pitch black with tv static through them, and his bones extended from his fingers and an extension to his hand. The Middle two are specifically longer and sharper, he'd make a perfect Halloween decoration. I ask him who he is before he cuts his chest, the inside is mushy and green. He's definitely not human. I start to run, even if I'm doomed I can still try. I soon find myself in a thin narrow hallway, with a big boiler pipe beside me.
    I see the man there, he lifts up his bone claws and giggled at me. He starts to run closer as I remember what Nancy did in this scene, she puts her hand on the pipe that burns her and she wakes up! Right? I try but to no avail, I'm only left with a scorching burn on my hand. He walks until he's standing directly infront of me. I cant do anything besides scream and scream and beg for help or for him to stop.
   Through my tears he lefts the two middle claws, and jabs them forward. Than I see nothing, just black, and the ever following fear of what will happen when I die? Will people remember me? I think to myself. Until I get stabbed again, through my chest, my heart and my stomach. I can feel when the claws reach the other side of me, and then I feel nothing.

    Shit shit shit I think to myself. Is there a robber in Betty's home? Is she okay? I see the top of her roof from a distance and run faster down the street then ever. Regularly my legs would've given out already if this was a race I couldn't stop them. My heart is pacing I don't even know if I'm breathing but I'm still running. I cant let them take her. I run faster and faster until I reach her door. It's fucking locked? I start slamming my weight into her door. I almost break my arm on the final slam until it opens.
    I walk around to see Betty on the floor. Her organs ripped out and her eyes missing. I shut my eyes in disgust. How could anyone fucking do that to her?. She was the nicest girl in this city now she's almost  dismembered. I call the police and tell them everything. I know I'm now a suspect in this case because I reported the murder but this seems inhumane. I see Andrew in the distance and try to run to him but I can't. My legs hurt for running ten minutes straight. He runs over to me. I hug him. He hugs me back tightly.

I walk out of Andrews car and walk up the porch into the house. My dad is asleep and will probably worry over me tomorrow. I walk upstairs and lay down in my bed. Andrew closes the door and sit in my chair and my desk and turns over to me. I start to tear up. "I was so scared Andrew. I was so fucking scared" I say. He looks at me puzzled. He stands up and leaves closing my door.
    I close my eyes and a vision comes to my mind stopping my tears. Fire, cage, arm, broken, light, fire, Static, brown eyes, static, pain. "Agh" I say as my eyes open to reveal my room. I won't let him take Charli. I think to myself. I should probably text her and tell her the news.

Snow whitey Charli

O: Betty is dead
C: wdym?
O: Betty is dead look at the news
C: Oli what do you mean?
O: I was the one to report it
C: Oli who the fuck is Betty?
O: She's our best friend! Stop playing with me
C: IM NOT, go to be Oli, you obviously need it
O: fuck you

I wake up in the morning by my alarm.  I leave my hair down and I don't care to brush it. I put on a skirt and a shirt and walk to school. This random dude comes up to me. "You're Omala Peters?"
"The one and only, the living legend"
"Didn't you report get high in the hallway?"
"Oh, um yea" I say shakily
"I'm Nathaniel Crowning" he says. We talk for the 30 minutes before school starts because we both had the bright idea to come early to this hellhole.
   Somehow talking to him makes life seem evermore lighter. We exchange numbers and text all throughout school. The days flies by faster and we decide to go to a party, to try and make me feel less dull. But he promised not to bring her up and just have fun. I don't think I like Nathaniel and I don't think he likes me but it's nice to have a friend like him. While I'm walking to my biology class i see him in the hallway and he notices me.
"You"
"Me"
    We say to each other and continue walking. We seem to be getting closer. I don't like him but now I think he likes me. I invite him to walk with me home from school and he puts his arm over me and we walk home together. We talk and he introduces himself to my dad as I walk upstairs. "What's your favourite movie?" He says to me.
   "Scream, an absolute classic and re invented the thriller franchise" I say
"Movie geek" he says
"Nerd" I say to him. Nathaniel has brown eyes and dark ginger curly hair sported in a a side part. But when he's lazy he puts in a little ponytail behind his head. He's about 6 feet tall and is a track runner . He also has circle classes that perfectly fit his face with his freckles. Any girl would be lucky to date him or (like me) to have him as a friend.
   He goes downstairs to get a glass of water but I hear him talking to my dad. Something about permission? We watch scream to my favour downstairs because my dad is nervous of us being alone in my room. The movie ends and he leaves. "He's a good boy Omala" my dad says. "Ew dad we're just friends" I say.
I try too shut out that disgusting thought with the thought of Nathanial.