Restless Whispers

Monster

Standing in the light of the refrigerator, I stared inside, the light mesmerizing me like a moth to a flame. I began to focus on what I was doing and finally snapped out of it. I was home. I couldn't remember how I had even got here, why I was looking through the fridge when I didn't even feel hungry. My eyes darted around looking for the time.

12 a.m. Where the hell have I been doing for the past four hours?

Suddenly, I remembered the guys in the alleyway. The man with murder in his eyes. I gasped, grabbing my body remembering what he was going to do to me. I felt tears sting my eyes, thinking about how I was pinned down and had no where to go. I felt a lump in my throat when I started sobbing and sat on the floor. I could have been killed, and my some miracle, I was still alive. I perked up when I remembered why, I remember blacking out this time, I remember hearing a voice.

Was it inside my head, or was someone else there in the alley with us?

I racked my brain for minutes and dropped my eyes seeing blood stained hands.

"Oh my gosh!" I jumped up screaming as I ran over the sink turning on the hot faucet. I must have scrubbed my hands for a good five minutes. By the time I was done I could feel the sting, they were red and raw. Panicking, I grabbed a trash bag and threw my coat off and tossed it inside along with my other clothes. I swallowed hard, tears misting my eyes, but I stripped down til I standing in the kitchen naked. I left the bag untied and set it next to my trash bin. I hadn't decided if I wanted to burn the stuff or throw it away, but I knew they were definitely going to be destroyed somehow.

I showered in scalding water, letting it pound on my back and clean my skin. Blood stained my skin and even clung to my hair. I watched as it ran down the drain, the man's face coming to my head. I covered my mouth seeing his scary and murderous expression. He was definitely a professional. I hugged myself as I leaned against the tile wall. How many times had he done this, I questioned once more. I knew the answer wasn't a good one. Clenching my jaw, I stood up straight and took a deep breath. I know I did society a good deed. Especially the women in this city. He was a monster and from the evidence, he was eliminated. And I couldn't have been happier with that thought that another bad guy was off the streets.

Opening the refrigerator once more and staring at the empty fridge once again, I grabbed myself a cheese stick, some crackers from the pantry and a glass for wine. I didn't care how late it was, I was off and almost killed. I was going to have a drink, or two, hell maybe even three if I felt like it. I sat on the couch and turned the tv on, flipping through the channels curiously, I started watching reruns of Friends. One could never really go wrong with this show.

I could feel myself gradually start relaxing, forgetting about my encounter. When I was done with my second glass of wine, I could feel my body warming up from the inside. I smiled at the sensation and poured myself a third glass, snuggling myself further into my big fluffy blanket. I could hear the rain beat like small drums against the window and lightning lit up the room with thunder following right after it. I thought of it as a performance, a very loud performance that caught everyone's attention.

You forget so easily.

My eyes widened in fear as I looked around panicked, looking for an intruder. I jumped up and ran to the light switch and turned on all the lights, looking around as I panted. I could feel my hands shaking and the knot in my stomach twisting, as my eyes rested back to the television. Could it had just been something on tv? I asked myself leaving the lights on and slowly maneuvering back to the couch, still shaking. I pulled my legs up to my chest and hugged them. The voice was so loud, like surround sound. It reminded me of the voice back in the alley. If that was the case, what was it talking about? What did I forget so easily? Was it something inside me?

I'm the one who protects you. Just remember that.

I inhaled deeply as all kinds of memories flooded my mind. It was like I was watching a movie in hyperspeed. I seen people getting hurt, or targeted, I seen me inebriated, attacked, harmed or threatened. Then this other side would come out, almost like it was a defense mechanism. There was something inside me that was trying to protect me. Trying to protect others and get scum off the streets. What I couldn't figure out was why Natasha was killed. She never posed as a threat. She never tried to hurt me.

Suddenly, I was torn away from my thoughts when I heard a high pitched ring tone go off. I looked around the room before finally noticing it was coming from my clothes in the trash bag. Getting up, I walked towards it and dug through it before pulling out my jacket and getting it from the pocket of it. Looking at the screen. it had one missed call from someone named 'Javi'. I unlocked the screen and looked through the phone. I knew who it belonged to, but I also knew they wouldn't be taking anymore phone calls ever again.

He had plenty of contacts but 'Javi' was a frequent caller. Looking at the times, I noticed he'd been the one to call when they were in the alleyway attacking me. Narrowing my eyes, I went to the gallery to see if there was anything to tell me more about his life or this 'Javi' character.

The first thing that popped up was a recorded video and in the paused screen, it was me standing in front of the camera. I stared for a moment, taking in my frightful appearance. My hair was wet from the rain and in my face. My eyes were a piercing blue color that seemed to glow in the alley's darkness but my gaze fell somewhere out of the picture. I swallowed hard before pressing play.

It started from the moment he was following me. I could see me walking and them following and hiding, watching me look around when I would stop and look behind me. It skipped to the moment I ran down the alleyway and turned around looking at them. I looked terrified. I felt bad for myself, so scared and lost, no knowing what was going on. I fell backwards and he walked towards me. I was scared as hell and crying. When I heard myself cry out from him grabbing my hair I couldn't help but cringe. Then I heard him cry out when my knee met his stomach.

It was then that the video skipped, they were all hovering over me. It must have been after the phone call, when I heard the voice. My eyes darted around eagerly, I knew they were looking for someone, for hope. It was then that I heard him say "I need to make this quick, baby." My snide remark back made me smirk before the video went black. I could hear a cry out of pain and then I appeared from the original still I had seen. I lunged out and attacked the main guy. In the video, I watched myself as I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed lifting him above my own head. I watched as his life left him.

Covering my mouth, I stopped the video. It was now obvious.

I was clearly a monster.