Coincidence - Tobuscus Fan Fiction

Chapter 7 - Murder Puppy

Chapter 7 - Murder Puppy 

2:56am

Sleep is either your personal savior or tormenting scourge. My case, I think you can guess, but for you who likes things spelled out for you I will describe mine. 

 the meaning of scourge - a person or thing that causes great trouble or suffering.

the description of my scourge - Rhine dressed in her simple hospital garments, standing in pure, blinding brightness. Her back bent backwards as if possessed,eyes dipped in blackness staring at me, screaming at me. Screeching for help and I couldn't move, chains growing up my legs and tightening each time I took a breath, reaching my hands  and locking them to my sides.

All the time Rhine was in searing pain and I couldn't do anything to make it stop. My consciousness suddenly moves into what I think is Rhine's eyes, I saw my body standing there, no chains rapped around me insight and I am laughing with such joy sharp dagger teeth spread and my eyes were dipped in blackness.

Not because I couldn't move, because I wouldn't move. Chained up in my own fake mask. My guilt mask.

I hate dreams. Correction: I hate nightmares. They twist and mangle reality into fucked up illusions of your experience, they know shit all, yet it still makes downright sense.

I get up realising I still had my clothes on from yesterdays sheer hell and my hair is a wreck, I don't care. I walk into the bathroom, sat on the toilet seat is Rhine's toiletries bag. I should bring that to the hospital, she can smell how she normally does instead of unnatural substances. At least we can be normal about that.

I scrape my hair back into a simple low loose bun  with escapee, flyaway hairs by my ears. Brush my teeth, wash my face and no makeup. I see little reason to look pretty, no not pretty. Acceptable.

Shoving my sweats, huge Mario T-shirt and Spongebob socks because lets face it, I am not gonna go anywhere today. Just so you aren't wondering, I don't want to go the hospital, well not right now. Leave me to wallow in my own emo depressing shit.

Pushing my body into the sofa I lie there face down and I don't want to play games or watch the world make something of itself on a screen, so lying here feels right and simple. I have no needs in this moment of time; hunger, thirst, rest. These things are irrelevant, all I have is my mind and emotions which is a deep black abyss of pure torment, now I will cry and fall asleep even though I have just gotten up, fuck logic.

Hopefully dreamless sleep.

3:22pm

Uh, I had slept for too long, Why am I so sleepy? So much for being needless. Hunger is evil, imagine humans not needing to eat because we just got all energy from rest and sleep, we wouldn't have to spend so many ridiculous hours also so much more freaking money. 

Wish I could just stay here and stay in my bubble of self obsessed idiocy. But of course that can't happen.

Time for a smoothie. Spinach, an apple, banana and apple juice, yes I did just say apple and apple juice. I like apple. So what? I sit down on the sofa again, smoothie and Tv remote in hand. Ahh, now I feel like watching the world make something of itself on a screen.

There's a knock at the door, just wonderful. My appearance is so ready to be seen and I am so emotionally correct to face other people. I stand up shaking sleep from my eyes and putting my glass on the side table. I walk towards the front door across the wooden floored room.