I attempted to move away from the voice, feeling all too comfortable with its presence. "I know it's you!" I yelled out, desperate for any answers.
I don't exactly know what I was expecting. A friend? A foe, like the dark gray hooded figure? At this point it could be anything or nothing and I wasn't sure which one I would pick. Maybe my choice had something to influence at this point even though it was highly unlikely. If I spoke out and nobody around heard, do I make sound? Suddenly my mind was thrown into a dark abyss of confusion, was I really worth the trouble of anything? Was I worth controlling and motivating to change?
WHO AM I? My thoughts yelled at me as I looked around like a caged animal. Every instinct that I could hold inside of my mind was wild. Was I even real? Would I be relevant? Who would remember me, will I die along? Do I matter? Why am I here? Who is controlling me? Was I ever even in control? Am I in control right now? Why does anyone bother to care about anything? Where were these things even suddenly relevant to my whole entire life? Why was everything crashing down onto me?
These thoughts were all too much, when finally they all skidded to a stop. My brain immediately started hurting and I felt instant relief wash over me as if that whole tangent and freak out had never even happened. It couldn't have happened, could it?
Then the group flooded into the doorway. They all wore color coordinated hoodies. There were 3 of them, one wearing a dark blue hoodie with jeans and tennis shoes with no socks. My eyes moved over the whole group. Next to the dark blue hooded figure, this one had a dark red hoodie with only colorful rainbow socks and turquoise basketball shorts. After this, there was one more left, the.. more interesting one I shall say. Their hoodie was a shiny silver color but did not stand out in the dark, along with burgundy slick pants and a pair of knee high dark orange boots.
I came up with nicknames for the few as my eyes passed them. They all sounded ridiculous, though, so my mind quickly diverted my attention. My brain practically yelled at my to get the fudge away from this strange group. But the one with the silver hoodie reached out and grabbed my write firmly, showing their face to me. Their skin was a grey color, their eyes black with white dots scattered across them. This figure gave me a sense of. Bloodlust. I wanted to see someone bleed. I wanted to see someone be slowly destroyed, ripped to pieces and left to beg and cry for the last inches of their life to last.
"Call us your friends. I'm B," it said, and pointed over to the dark blue hooded one. "That one is called Eoh," then finally pointed to the dark red hooded one. "Last but not least, that's Rya." They spoke, their voice full of static and crackling.
"Get away from me, you're... Freaky!" I was going to graduate high school soon, and I still consider freaky offensive.
"Listen." B hissed, clawing into my wrist. "You stupid child, you are helping us."
"You're not going to tell me what to do!" I quickly tried to move out of B's grasp when Rya moved over and out their hands around my neck, just enough to keep my head still.
I was sent into fight or flight mode. My brain at the time of course thought it was the perfect opportunity to fight. I was not going to die from some punks that got their threads from their grandma. I quickly twisted my wrist towards B's thumb, in which they reacted to letting go of my wrist. Then, I launched myself backwards, the bark of my head ramming into Rya's chin. I could hear a mushing sound, and I could tell that Rya had probably just bitten down on their own tongue.
Then it all stopped. Time stopped all except for me, and.. it. That thing. The dark grey hooded figure moved to me, a disgusted look upon his lips. I could tell he was definitely not pleased with what I have been doing. I probably disregarded his silly rules to get out of there. But I knew I was in control of my own body, I had to be. After all, the figure wasn't carrying around their notebook right now. And I will assume that the notebook is probably why he was so choose to affect me.
"You fear a plane crashing, judgement, small spaces, spiders, clowns, gore.." It spoke, as if he had memorized these things. "But most of all, you don't want to die alone."
"Why are you telling me this? I already know all of these things about myself. What do you want?" I demanded.
"I have two decisions I am mixed in between. Making your life a living nightmare, or making you mine." They spoke, every word that just so happened to tumble out made me feel safe even now.
I was taken aback, squinting at them. "Y-you... What?" My voice shook as I spoke to it.
The figure turned and looked at me, slowly taking off their hoodie. It revealed, a woman-like person with soft grey skin, short black hair parted to the left, eyes completely white, dark grey lips, and a tightly fitting white and black striped tank top. I looked up at..her? with confusion written across my face. I myself had never met this person before, so why were they so interested in my life? Why did they want to ruin me? So many questions like these ran across my thoughts as I looked at them.
"So interesting. I could ruin you. You want a partner, regardless of gender, right..? You don't want to be alone. I did that. I removed every source of people. Why are you so comfortable?" Their voice sounded annoyed now.
I smirked, my worst enemy was annoyed with me, I must be doing something right. "You're comforting. I can live on my own." That last line was a clear and straight up lie.
"Remember Jenna?" They suddenly asked, making direct eye contact with me, the words dropping down into my very soul.
