Tag, Your It!

chapter 8

Present

Somehow i've managed to get myself up out of christines room and down the stairs. I stand on their porch pondering. How did this happen? How could things end up like this? I look down at my shaking hands forming a first tight enough I feel the inprint of my nails.

I'm dazed as I take a step further from the house. I don't look back. I never do. I just move my legs untill I cannot anymore. Until i'm no longer able to. Their neighbourhood is quiet one. The houses pristine. Modern. Painted in bright colors. Lawn moed. Everything perfect.

I look down at my foot still covered in blood leaving trails of small footprints. The neighbourhood is no longer perfect. It has a crack. The crack had begun to spill fluid. Metalic fluid. Thick and dark.

I am seven again and haunted by the shadows the creep up behind me.

I am seventeen and I have allowed the monsters to engulf me.

I have aged and now I have killed. Now I am covered in blood.

I walk till my feet hurt.

I walk till I cannot.

I walk.

I walk.

How long have I been walking.

It is another day. Another reminder. My throat is dry. My lips are cracked. The wind has dried the blood on my body. I feel dirty. I feel disgusted. I feel guilty. I feel sad. I feel angry.

I stop.

I look up.

I am home.

I turn to my gate and I open it mechanically. I move robotically. I find the key under the mat and I open the door that is peach. I open the door to more mysery. I walk in. I stop. Close the door behind me. I call my mothers name. I call my brothers name. No answer.

I walk to the base of the stairs and look up. I inhale fpr a very long time. I am exhausted. My eyes feel heavy. My limbs feel like a thousand wieghts. My body is no longer able to hold its own. I take one step up up up. I reach my room.

I push the door open. Still the same blue paint. Still the same furnitures. Still the same smell. The windows are still open. Curtains moving with the wind.

I walk in taking a turn to the bathroom. I turn the lights on. The blue paint extends to my bathroom. The tub on one side the shower on the other. The basin in the corner of my bathroom next to it my toilet.

My body moves to the tub and I turn the pipe on filling it up. I move towards the basin and I look up into the mirror. I look at my face and I touch what is not mine.

I dig my nails deeper into my skin forming bruises. My vision begins to cloud as a tear falls down my face. One after the other. Harder like a rainshower.

I begin to cry. I begin to breakdown.

Turing the pipe of I slip my pants and bra off. I let myself into the tup releasing my feet and I slip. Now under water which is clouded with blood and dirt and sweat.

My hair floats around my face. The blonde locls no longer filled with blood. I drag mhands down my face. I wipe and I scrub hard. Harder every time. My skin turning red everytime.

I let myself go.

I let it all out.

Everything.

I close and open my eyes. The shadows now with me.

"Come on now," the screache "it was for the best"

They whisper in my ears. They still taunt me. They still mock me. They still laugh at me.

"I want.... I want," I stammer.

What do I want? I want to not have done what I did. I want what was originally mine. I want my soul back. I want my life back. I want my eyes and my hair and my face back.

"I want my body back," I say.

They laugh

"This is your body," they spit "you are elizabeth and elizabeth is you"

I am confused.

"You are both one,"

"You are both the same"