Eliza Young

Chapter Two

The voices are back. They taunt me. They tell me that I am a disgrace to the family. That I am just a worthless piece of shit. Do I listen to them? Sometimes. Should I listen to them? Probably not.

The voices told me I should have done it. The voices told me that he was going to kill me in my sleep. They told me that I should end him before he ends me.

"Eliza, you're worthless. Kill yourself."

"Eliza, why did you do it? He was such a good guy!"

"Eliza, you piece of shit. This is why we hate you"

I sat there on the blood covered bed, knife on the ground, staring into my once boyfriends beautiful brown eyes. I shake violently from the anxiety that quickly overcame my body. What have I done? What have they made me do? I don't remember anything! How did this happen to me?!

I had so many questions that needed to be answered, but no time to ask them. It's not like anyone would be able to answer them anyways. I just killed my boyfriend. My Ashton! I'll never be able to see him again.

"You killed him, Eliza. How could you?"

"Shut up you slut! You know you deserve to die"

"Shut up. Shut Up. Shut UP! SHUT UP!" I yelled to myself.

I will go to jail for this, and I know the whole "I hear voices" thing won't help me out in this hole. What does one do in this type of situation? Call the cops? No, Eliza, that means jail. Call the EMC? No, Eliza. Jail is bad. I guess I could always call Teria.

Who is Teria? Well, my dear reader, she is one of my best friends. She is the one I go to when I have issues back in school. We would Skype all night long talking about our school problems, even though she is about four years younger than I am.

I rush around my room looking for my cell phone. All while trying to calm down with the scene that lays in my bedroom.

"I thought I could handle the voices. I thought I finally controlled them." I tried to hold back my tears, but to no avail, I let them fall to the ground while searching for my stupid phone. "I really should keep my phone in plain sight, then maybe I would actually be able to find it." I decided that it wasn't in the bedroom, so I go to the living room. When I walked in the living room, the sight took my breath away. It looked like a tornado had ran through my small apartment. And I was the cause of it.

"Okay, Eliza. You HAVE to find your phone and hurry before something else happens." I said to myself. Seriously, where is that damn phone? After minutes of searching, I finally hear it vibrate. It was inside my dark grey couch, which had many stab wounds in it. I push that thought to the back of my head to answer the phone.

"Hello...?" I asked weakly.

"Eliza? Oh thank god you're fine! Why haven't you answered any of my calls?" It was Teria.

"Teria! It happened. I...I thought I could control them but..."

"Woah, Eliza. Calm down! What happened? Who couldn't you control?"

I started to cry again, and the voices started to come back. They were saying things like "Kill yourself; You're not loved; You are a screw up; We are coming for you;"

"Teria. The voices are back. And they made me kill him"

"Eliza, breathe woman. I can't understand a word you say when you cry"

That's when I blacked out and had a dream. No, it wasn't a dream. I was there before. It was a memory. A memory made with Ashton.

"Eliza, what do you want to watch tonight? We can watch a horror movie, a romantic movie, comedy, whatever you want" Ashton asked with a smile. I loved this man to death. We weren't dating and I don't think I ever will either. This man has slowly became my best friend.

"Hmm....how about a horror movie? I haven't had a good scare in a while" I said.

"So you do like horror movies. I knew it! You are no officially my new best friend." He said while laughing. Ashton logs onto his Netflix and looks under the 'horror' tab. "So, mi 'lady, which horror movie shall we watch tonight? You pick while I get the snacks ready" Ashton hops off the black love seat and heads to his kitchen. Ashton lives by himself off campus, and so do I. It was kind of weird, but it wasn't a bad thing either.

I look through the list of horror movies until one caught my eye. Grave Encounters. I haven't watched this movie yet and by the art that Netflix had given it, it looked like I would be scared shitless. I want to watch it.

"So. Did you decide on a movie yet, Miss Young?" I don't know why he would call me by my last name. He has always had that habit though. But, I like the way his smooth base tone illustrates my last name. It's almost like his voice flirts with my ears. But that was wrong to think of that about your best friend.

"Yes, Mister Science, I have found a movie. How about Grave Encounters? Have you watched it before?" His pet name from me was not very original, but he didn't mind.

"No, I haven't but it looks very scary. You can cuddle up to me if you get too scared. I don't bite, hard." He said with a smirk. I playfully punch his arm and gave a little huff.

"I won't get scared. If anyone here will get scared, it will be you."

"We'll see Miss Young, We'll see" he said while taking a seat next to me.

We started the movie and I was already getting tensed. I finally decided to get closer to him. "Sorry. I got a little bit cold." I lied. That's when his arm wrapped around my shoulders and brought me closer to him. Ashton could feel me tremble in fear now. I was so embarrassed that he could feel my fear coursing through my entire body.

"Don't worry Eliza. I'm here." He said that right before a huge jump scare came on. That was when I hid my face into his chest and his hand was on my back. I looked up into his dark brown eyes again and let out a weak "I'm sorry".

"Eliza, it was just a jump scare. Don't worry about it. We can stop the movie if you want."

"No. I'm fine. I just didn't expect that woman's face to turn into death that fast."

"Well, that is why it is called a 'jump scare' you goober"

"Oh hush. I know this" I laughed. I cuddle up close to the man I have fallen for, while he hugged me close to his body, rubbing my arm or back whenever I start to tremble again.

When the movie was over, I was already asleep. It could have been a part of my dream, or I could have been imagining it all, but I could have sworn I heard Ashton whisper into my ear, "I love you, Eliza Young" and give me a peck on my cheek. Some part of me really hopes that this is not a dream.