Victim of Eyes

Barbarian

   I wake up in a hospital. Nathaniel has fallen asleep in a seat beside the bed. My arm is in a brace and I'm hooked up to some machine. Nathaniel wakes up and looks over at me. "Hey there sweetie, how was your rest?" Nathaniel asks me. "I was doing just fine until you called me that". I say looking at Nathaniel. He looks a bit sad after me saying that. I guess I'm going to screw this up too. Even though I think he genuinely cares about me. "Do you know how much longer I'll be stuck in this crappy hospital room?"
"Two days" he says.
    "God those days are going to feel like months"
"I'm just going to go now" Nathaniel says to me. I guess me saying that before actually affected him. I only cuddled with him because I was drunk right? I don't actually like him. I think? I don't know about that anymore.
   I'm just going to try and sleep. I lay my head against my trashy pillow. My head begins to hurt again. I know this feeling by heart. Halls, IV, guys, four eyes, halls, guts. FUCK FUCK FUCK. He's here. I can feel him.
    I quickly get up and walk around the halls of the hospital. I peer through a corner and see something there. It's the man. Expect he's eyes are black and his fingers are showing off his long spider like bones. It's like a monster you'd see in a cartoon. I sense that he can see me so I run. I don't know how anyone in this hospital is not alarmed that a young, teenager is running around. The doors on the hospital room turn black and then open to a weird purple glowing.
   All the tvs in this hospital are playing different horror movies, I see scream, Friday the thirteenth, saw, and many more. I keep running. This hall seems endless. I trip over some cart lingering in the middle of the hallway. I turn around to see him, he's staring at me.
    Long claws, eyes that are black, drooping in a stroke like manor and dozen of teeth, too much to even count. I can tell he's itching to kill me but he doesn't. The ground under me starts to break. I cant move, I'm too scared to. The ground opens swallowing me whole. I wake up again in the hospital.
   Except I'm in my bed and everything seems normal. The hell? My brain seems foggy. My legs hurt like I can't stand. My legs not working is a big problem, If I cant walk how will I get anywhere? Those feelings just sit in my brain until some doctor comes along and tells me I'm fine I can get dressed and go home. So I do just that. Turns out the fear of running is why I couldn't feel my legs. That monster I saw there is like no monster I've seen in a horror movie. More scary than Halloween or Friday the Thirteenth obviously. I walk home and get berated with words by my dad. "Are you okay?"
"What hurts still?" "How much drugs did they give you?" I laugh to that one.
"Omala that's not funny" he says to me.
"Dad, if I'm being serious.." I say to him. He looks worried "they gave me soooo much drugs" I say holding back a laugh.
"WHAT?? HOW COULD THEY DO THAT??" My dad says.
    "It was a joke dad". I say finally laughing. He calms down and I tell him I'm okay and everything that happened. He decides to not press charges. Which is pretty funny to me honestly. But it doesn't concern me. It's his decision not mine. I make it up to my room and lay down.
   Finally a good bed to lay on. I rest my head on the pillow and my eyes begin to slowly close. With one.. two.. three.. blinks my eyes close for the last time. But I don't wake up in a dream no, I wake up in a vision. Fire, bricks, cross, fire, fire, fire. My eyes open again, sad I couldn't let them rest. That vision was weird. It including a bunch of fire which to be honest was pretty scary. I remember the fire that surrounded the plane when I got in the crash. And I can remember her face then. Red and messed up.

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      My mother's Irish accent is almost unbearable. She says "Quinn we've been waiting to feast for you!"
"For what five minutes?" I say to her.
"Quinn you sit down at this table and enjoy the food you're mom slaved in the kitchen!" My father says to me.
"Fine" I say sitting down.
    I look at the food placed down on the table. Everything is very neat compared to how it usually is. I eat dinner with my family and go upstairs to my room.
"Quinn" I hear my mother call from downstairs. I walk down stairs to see a hatchet on the table and my mother behind it. In her thick accent she says "Quinn, I'll need you to kill the pig next morning"
"What! Why?" I say. I love that pig, he's been with us since I was born.
   "No questions Quinn! God, you intolerant girl! You'll never get a husband with that attitude" she says. She's says that anytime I say something back to her.
    "Maybe I don't want a husband! What if I want to live the rest of my days in cabin in the woods faraway from you mother." I scream to at mother. I think of her, my strawberry blond. And remember her frolicking on the mountain yesterday. I'm in love her I want to marry her. "You intolerant girl! You'll never mature into a women!" She says.
   I'm enraged now. Before think I grab the hatchet on the table and look at her. "I'm more of a women than you'll ever be." I say while walking outside.
"Where are you walking Quinn. You already told Benjamin he can't marry you, so I doubt you can seek refuge there." She says while laughing.
    I walk to the pig in our pen and take the hatchet. And I hit, stab, slice the pig repeatedly. The blood is splashing on my face but that doesn't concern me now. Five minutes has passed and I'm finally done. I look at the pig who is beyond recognition now. And I know I shouldn't have taken my rage out on the poor pig. But also it helped me.... And I mean I was going to kill it anyways right? After the slashing ceremony I get up and walk out of the pen and look at my mom. "You barbarian!" She screams at me. I look at her smile and curtsy. This is the most of a women I'll ever be.