I got up from the couch hesitantly. I rubbed my eyes in attempt to wake myself up as I made my way over to the front door, reaching out for the handle and opening it without any thought. I raised my gaze and looked out to see who or what had done the noise that I had heard. My eyes met with a green surroundings of the outside world, and birds alarming their existence to all who and what bothered to listen. I shook my head in confusion, it must have just been the wind pushing on the door.
Then I heard, not too far away from me, another set of knocking. Was it supposed to be some kind of twisted morse code? I didn't understand new ways of language so I merely turned towards the direction of the sound. My eyes met with a vast candy red landscape. In an attempt to see what was going on, I backed up again. Turns out I was actually very, extremely close to one of their faces. I had honestly thought I was done seeing these stupid hooded figures everywhere I liked to go.
This one was different, however. They wore a bright yellow hoodie, rainbow colored leggings, but alas with no shoes or socks. I looked over myself just to check I didn't look like one of them. I was back to my normal self, black hair, light ivory skin, teal shirt, long blue jeans, and black tennis shoes. I looked back at the bright yellow hooded figure. Their skin shone because of the small amount of light entering the room. I had to say, I found this person to be the strangest of them all. But they couldn't be real.
"Knock, knock..." They said, as they opened their mouth black mist flowed out.
I turned my head away from the mist, coughing. A knocking could be headed on a wall directly behind me. I had desperately closed my eyes to get away from the odd mist as soon as I could. As soon as I opened my eyes, the one who made this knocking happened was gone and out of my sight. I sighed a breath of relief at this sign, the hooded figure made me feel very nervous and uneasy about my own actions and even my own thoughts. Just as my heartbeat was slowing, a piercing pain started in my head.
I screamed in pain, clutching my hair as I tried to get whatever it was the heck out of my head. It hurt and I wanted it out, but it didn't seem to want to budge out. I didn't know what I should do. It felt as if my own brain was being continuously stabbed and twisted, either that or like someone was continuously knocking it against a hard wooden floor. I felt a pair of hands wrap tightly around my body, squeezing the last breathe I had taken out of me. Everything around me was slowly turning black, I was sleepy.
Then it stopped. I was let go, my head stopped hurting. But, thoughts quickly arose in my mind that weren't my own. 'Kill Jenna. Kill your father. Kill them both. Make them know you are a worthy opponent.' I shook my head no, but I could not get my own thoughts or words to escape out of my lips. The urge to do what this voice suggested became very great. The pain in my head started again, this time is was spread throughout my entire body. I felt as if I was being physically destroyed, but too the normal human eye I was merely having a seizure.
Finally, I succumbed to these thoughts. I told them I would do it. I told the odd thoughts and feelings inside of me that I would do what they wanted to do as long as they stopped trying to make my life worse and worse. And it all stopped. The pain aching over me ceased to exist simply as that, and the voices grew so quiet I was unsure if they were still even talking to me, I doubted that they stopped. But I felt as if I was free now, but not for long. Unless I actually obeyed them I would still be tortured.
I quietly walked out of the house, looking around at my surroundings. I knew exactly where my father and where Jenna would be. My father, of course, would be grieving over my mother over at my older house. Jenna would be back at his house being consoled by his parents and he would've lied that it was a nightmare. Then I noticed something wrong. My father, the yellow hooded figure, and Jenna were actually the only ones around now. I was so caught up in company with Jenna that I didn't even realize there was actually still not that many people around.
The only people I knew that would be willing to give me company were living and walking around. Did the voices know of my worst fear? Of course they did. Why else would they be talking to me to kill my own father and first date boyfriend? They wanted to make my life worse, just like everyone else I had been seeing for the past few days now have wanted to. Everyone around me had seemed to have some kind of weird death wish against me even though I had done nothing to them.
Heck, if this all never happened, I wouldn't had ever even known they existed. But I was getting off in my own thoughts again, I was daydreaming and thinking too much. The voices started again, reminding me of what I had to do. I nodded slowly, moving on. Right now I was closest to my own house. So, I made my way up to the doorway which was sealed tight and knowing my father, locked from the inside. I went around to one of the windows, easily lifting it open and climbing in.
"What are you doing in here, Kieran?!" My father still wasn't over it.
