Eliza Young

Chapter Three

I awaken on the ice cold wooden floors. I must have passed out from an anxiety attack. I don't even remember why I had my attack. That was, until I saw the dried blood on my hands. Where did this blood come from?

            I decided that I would wash the blood off my hands at the bathroom sink, which is down the hall form my bed room. I washed my hands in warm water and a sweet smelling soap. After I dry my hands off, I hear my phone go off. I wonder who would be calling me at this time of night.

            "Hello?" I answered.

            "Eliza? Oh thank god you are okay! Listen, I am about ten minutes away from the exist. Unlock your door so I can come in. Are you alright?" it was Teria.

            "Wait, why are you coming here?"

            "You had a panic attack on the phone and I thought that you may need some help"

            Was I on the phone earlier with her? I don't recall this at all. In fact, I don't recall most of anything going on tonight. Why was I on the floor? Why was there blood on my hands? That's when the voices came back yet again, only more calm. Calm was scary.

"ELIZA KILLED ASHTON"

"WHERE IS ASHTON AT ELIZA?"

"CALL ASHTON! HE MIGHT MISS YOU"

            Why are the voices so focused on Ashton all of a sudden? They never talk about him. I shake my head and went to unlock the door for Teria. Not long after, the door swung open. Standing in front of me was a girl about seventeen in age. She had long dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a skull shirt and black chucks. She walked over and hugged me tightly.

            "Eliza. I'm so happy you're okay."

            "Why wouldn't I be alright, Teria?" I asked, voice still a bit strained from sleep.

            "Like I said on the phone, you had an attack and you kept crying about killing someone." That's when my body stiffen in shock. The blood on my hands, wasn't my own blood. It was someone else's blood. Then one voice spoke.

"Check your bed, dumbass. You killed your lovey dovey boy toy"

            I was so scared. I didn't want to move at all. Teria saw that I was having issues with standing and asked "Eliza, are you okay? Here let me take you to your bedroom."

            "No! Don't make me go back in there!" I screamed. "Teria, please don't make me do it. Please, god please, don't make me go back there"

            "What the hell is the matter with you Eliza? There can't be much wrong back there can there?"

            "Teria, please don't do this" I felt my throat close up. I knew another anxiety attack was coming. That was the first sign. I felt like I couldn't breathe. With what little air I had already felt like it turned into water and was making me drown. I grasped for air and cough to clear my air ways, but that didn't help. I try to take short breaths and that didn't work either. This attack felt like it was going on for hours upon hours, when it has only gone on for a few minutes. I start to heave a few breaths in and out, but I wasn't entirely calm yet. Teria was sitting next to me, making sure I was alright and didn't really close my airway. After what seemed like forever, I finally calm down.

            "Eliza, look, I don't care what you have hiding in your bedroom, but I'm going to figure it out."

            "No, Teria, don't go back there!" I was too late. I waited for a scream from her and for the police sirens to go off, but I didn't hear anything. Did she faint? Is she disappointed in me? I decided to muster up some strength and walk back to the back room where Ashton lays upon my bed. The only thing is, Ashton wasn't there.

            "Eliza, what were you afraid of? I don't see a body anywhere. I mean I see some blood here and there. Did you get into an accident? Let me see your arms"

            "Teria, no, I seriously did kill Ashton. He was laying right here on my bed. I don't understand why it isn't here. This isn't my blood. It's his!"

            "Eliza, I don't think so. If you were to kill someone, there would have been more blood spilled on the bed. This pretty much looks like you cut someone, or yourself, and the blood kind of got on the bed. Plus, I don't see a body, so that must mean that you didn't do anything, right?"

            She was right. There was no body to be found. The blood looks a lot less in amounts than it did earlier. Was this just another schizophrenic episode of mine? I slowly sat down on the bed and Teria sat next to me. "Teria, I just don't understand. I felt his cold body and his blood. I just. I don't know"

            "Have you been taking your medicine?

            "Yes, you're not listening to me though. They have been talking to me again, and they told me that I killed him. I killed Ashton. I know I did"

            "Eliza, you should take your meds again. Are they on your dresser still?" Teria walks over to my dresser and grabs my medication bottle. "Here, take these and I'll leave you alone for tonight. I'll be in the guest room, alright?"Teria is one of my best friends. She knows when I need my alone time and when I need her here. I guess she knows me more than I know myself. "Eliza, you need to get your sleep. Please go to sleep for me." She didn't have to tell me twice. Right after I took my pills, the voices stopped and I drifted off to sleep, only to dream about Ashton again. No, it wasn't a dream. It was another memory.