Chapter 2
The day was over and the halls filled with students. I walk down the stairs, hoping to be let off the hook by Marcus. Exiting the school, I walk home all on my own. I look back and scan today's events, as if rewatching my life. The more I think about it...well, the more I wished I never even attended today.
science quiz tomorrow.
Should I study for it?
no...I'm too drained. Maybe I'll review in the library tomorrow?..
who am I kidding. I'm too drained for that too.
but...my grades...
hold on. Don't I have a test in history?
Man...this..this..sucks.
I am..
Losing my mind.
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I'm sitting in my bedroom, the lights completely out, excluding my nightlight, which is sitting on my nightstand. I lay on my bed. My arms stretched out as I lay on my pillow; staring up at the blank ceiling.
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"Olivia!"
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What?.. was that Marcus?
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"OLIVIA!"
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"OLIVIA! OLIVIA! OLIVIA!"
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The sound is coming from outside. I get up from my bed and go to my door, reaching out my hand to open it—
"OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA OLIVIA!"
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the sound isn't coming from outside anymore.
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It's coming from...everywhere.
I freeze in my spot, my hand hovering over the door knob, My eyes wide open.
"Olivia, dear."
"Olivia."
"Come here."
"Come here please."
"Please."
"Come."
"Open the door, Olivia."
"Open the door."
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"OPEN. THE. DOOR."
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I stand here, my palms sweating. What is this?.. what is it?.. which direction is it coming from?..It feels like I'm frozen in time. I cannot move one bit, even if I'm begging my brain to run. My eyes are bloodshot at this point.
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Then, silence. Until...I hear something else. A whisper. It sounded like it was behind me...and it was very close to my ear.
"Open the door now, O-L-I-V-I-A."
The voice sounded out my name. It was a voice I never heard before. But it was so...familiar.
"OLIVIA."
The voice yelled. Whatever it was, it was not human. At least, it didn't sound human. The voice sounded almost.. demonic.
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Oh. My. God. What's happening?! No! No, No, No, No, No!!! This isn't real...is..is there...someone behind me?
I hesitate for a moment, but I decide to turn around quickly.
1...
2...
3...!
On three, a swiftly turn around, and as I do, I let out a ground shaking scream and I fall to the floor, terrified.
When I've realized that there isn't anything behind me, I stop screaming, my breaths coming out as fast gulps of air.
What...!? What is this... what is it!?
I shakily get back up on my feet, meanwhile I struggle to keep my breathing steady. I tremble in fear, before screaming again, running to my bed and under the covers.
Stop it...Stop it.. Make it stop...MAKE IT STOP! I'M SCARED!! STOP!!!
I tried to calm myself down, but I just couldn't get my mind off these...voices. Is this a prank? What's with these voices?!
Eventually, I just hid under the covers, crying myself to a deep, dreamless slumber.
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I rose out of bed and sloppily walked over to the kitchen where I made a simple omelet. I put it on my plate, and sat down. Marcus came into the room. "Why didn't you make me one too?" He asked with a sad expression. "I'm so hungry." He complained.
"I...I'm sorry, I didn't— I didn't think-"
"You didn't think about how I would feel?"
"No, I just—"
"Forget it...guess I'll go hungry for the rest of the day.." he said, storming off back into his room upstairs.
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Demure Deformity.
General FictionTrapped in a world of power, privilege, and secrets. One girl must navigate through the world of nobility as the scars of abuse haunt her every move. As the trauma of the past takes its toll, how long before her world comes crashing down? Demure Def...
