Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.
It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.
She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.
The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.
She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst.
"Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge of the marble counter.
Everything goes black, as her unconscious soul swims in nothingness.
Is this...death
Is this the peace that comes with being lifeless
Is this the sweet mix of peace and fear that is death
Oh how she wishes she were dead
But unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
She wakes up with the taste of blood in her mouth and dried blood on her cheeks. She stands up and runs to the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Her head was badly cut open and blood was gushing down like a waterfall, running from her head into her mouth.
"You're lucky to have survived that, many people would have died from such an accident....but of course, you'd rather be dead"
Who said that?
Emily turns left and right, wondering where the voice was coming from.
Is she no longer alone in this beautiful prison?
Or has Charles already come back home? Maybe, the house is now alive and developed the ability to talk to mock and torture her
"W-who are you?" Emily asked shaking in fear
There was a long chuckle.
"Who am I? It's really simple, I'm you and you're you and I'm nobody"
That doesn't make any sense
Who is this person and what do they want
Or have they come to join in the game of torturing the lonely old woman?
"Oh you don't believe me" the voice sounded almost disappointed "well that's an easy problem to solve too, just look in the mirror"
Obeying every word like a loyal dog, she walks up to the mirror. It's just her reflection, old and wrinkly, bleeding from the head.
"It-its just me," she said confused
"Exactly" the voice giggled furiously.
Emily rolls her eyes. She walks up to the bathroom sink, splashing her face with water.
She figures if she ignores it, it'll go away sooner or later. Oh, how wrong she was
"Emily" the voice calls out in a melodious tone "come on, say something. I'm getting awfully bored waiting for a reply"
"Emily" it sings out again. The sound bounced off the walls, creating a long echo across the mansion
Emily hugs her knees to her chest, perched down on the living room floor. Rocking back and forth, as tears rush down her cheeks "please," she whispers "leave me alone"
"Huh?" the voice sounds confused then a long giggle followed, " I thought you didn't want to be lonely anymore, that's the main reason why I came..." there's a pause " oh well, since you obviously don't need me"
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Fiksi UmumI want you to cry The way you made me cry Cry for me Emily Hensley is in a one-sided relationship with her husband Charles. She held back and repressed her emotions for years until one day she discovered he was cheating on her and something in her...
