A breeze flows through the fine white curtains like the touch of an icy claw. A female voice screams, "George, help me!" with devastating cries.
I leave the room and enter the hallway. Hazy lights flicker, and corpses lay upon the ground with moldy, decaying skin. The voice in the distance grows more desperate. "GEORGE!!! HELP ME!!!" Her voice shrivels away with unbearable screeches of agony. She shrieks bloody murder in a high, irritating pitch.
As I near the screaming, revulsion lurks within me. I want to turn back and run away from this shit hole, but for reason I don't know, I continue to cautiously move forward.
The screeches transform into choking gurgles. And they cease. But dread burns inside.
Liquid flows around my shoes. When I look down, I leap up with trepidation, for the liquid rushing down the hall is a river of blood.
"Geeeeeeooooorge," a voice hisses.
I start hyperventilating. Standing before me is a faceless creature in a midnight cloak. My heart races away.
I turn and sprint. But I find myself in the bathroom. Dirt covers the stalls and the walls. Ruby colored water streams from beneath a stall door, swirling in a whirlpool down the drain.
When I gaze into the filthy mirror, I notice the reflection of something lurking behind the dirt. It is that of the same pale woman I have seen before with blood drooling down her face. Shuddering, I shield my eyes.
A hand grabs my shoulder. It feels like ice. Instantly I hop away with fright.
Standing beside me is the woman I saw in the mirror with rosy fluids streaking down her face. Her eyes are glazed. Those horrid eyes glare deep into my soul.
I scream, and scream, and scream, and scream...
Next thing I know, I find a crowd gaping at me; a bunch of people are snickering, and many have cameras and cell phones out filming me. Sunlight floods through the windows and burns my eyes. It takes a moment to process what's going on.
Beside me is Amber, covering herself with blankets, cringing away from me.
"Man you must have dreamed some wild shit screaming the way you did," Charlie remarks. "Damn, how many drinks did you have last night?"
"Get out!!" Amber shouts, melting in fury and humiliation.
I just sit there confused as fuck.
River didn't attend the party. And what do my douche bag friends go and do? They show her the embarrassing pictures and videos of me and Amber in bed together, telling her she should have seen it, telling her I was screaming my ass off, telling her she should have been there.
"What the fuck? That's not funny!" River yells. Her eyes blaze with demonic flames. She gets up and leaves in a fury while the boys crack up in amusement.
Amber didn't show up to school today. Of course.
I feel clouded in utter humiliation. "Do you really have to show everyone those pictures?" I snap.
"Dude, relax. It's hilarious," Harley points out. A shame. I used to have such respect for Harley.
"Delete them."
"No."
I feel antagonism lurching at me. "Delete them now." My voice changes. I have a burning glare in my eyes. I wanna punch Harley in the face.
"Calm down, man." He seems slightly alarmed.
"If you don't delete them, I'm gonna break your fucking phone!"
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Cold Blue Eyes
Teen FictionCold blue eyes linger in the darkness... George faces a series of issues from which he finds no escape. He suffers chronic nightmares and paranoia, and in his nightmares he often sees this woman with cold blue eyes. At first he discovers a horrific...
