My Life as a Sim

Chapter 2

One minute I'm hungry, the next I'm stuffed and trying not to complain of my full stomach. My head feels fuzzy. What's going on? My stomach growls, and then I crumble to the ground. I'm suddenly exhausted. The hunger is gone. Again. There isn't a bed to sleep on so I let myself collapse onto the floor. I'll just rest my eyes for a bit....Hey, didn't I sleep like twenty minutes ago? Why am I tired again?

Now I need the bathroom.

Does it ever end? 

At least I'm not the only one. My friends have been complaining as well. 

I lie wide awake, daydreaming in a bed that appeared in the kitchen. It's mid afternoon and I'm in bed. Yet I can't make myself get up.  I can't . I suddenly feel happy, almost overjoyed for no reason what so ever. Yet I'm crying with sadness. 

There's nothing I can do. Nothing.

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It's night time now. Yet I'm awake and not tired. 

I suddenly have this jolt inside me and change into my gym clothes in the blink of an eye. I am now jogging in the neighborhood, hoping my mind would finally calm down. I look at each passing tree closely; they all look the same. 

A revolting gurgling sound fills me ears. Apparently a zombie has appeared out of no where and is now stalking me. I pick up my pace, trying to get as far away from it as possible. The sound of one foot dragging against the ground sends a shiver though me. "Leave me alone!" I hiss without looking back. I pushed myself even faster. Two zombies are behind me now. 

I shut my eyes tightly and wish for them to disappear. Go away! Go away!

I open my eyes and realise the zombies are gone and I am lying in bed. Was that dream? Were the zombies really real? I look down at my body and see i'm still wearing my gym clothes. I rush to the window and peer outside. It's dark. A strange noise echoes in the silence. 

A sickly green face with boils and missing teeth pops out of nowhere on the other side of the window. The zombie screams hysterically, grinning madly and stares at me with blood shot eyes. 

I reel back onto my bed and quickly close the curtains. Zombies are just outside my house. Panic erupts through me and I swear my heart is going to burst from beating so frantically. 

I take a gulp, and with shaking hands, i pull the curtains aside. The zombie is gone. Relief flood through me. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding.

What is happening? Was that real? 

Confusion seeps through me as I lie back on my bed and breathe slowly in and out. My bright green hair is sprawled all over the pillow. Another thing that confuses me; The pillow has stayed the same for years, never being washed or changed. 

I'm not stupid. I've read plenty books about the lives' of others. They're normal. 

And my life is definitely not normal.