Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | five

chapter | five

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Camille Fields

Everyone is crying. Why can't I see them? Where is everyone?

Where is the crying coming from?

I turn around to discover myself on a street that goes on forever. The street never ends. I could walk and walk and walk... And I'd just be walking in a vicious circle.

When I turn away from the street, there is a desert. An empty desert. A dead desert. Nothing. No lives.

When I turn back to the street, I see my mom sitting on the street. Her head is hanging on her shoulders and she is whimpering helplessly.

I hurry over to her and touch her shoulder. ''Mom?'' I try to say, but my words go slow. It sounds as if I'm speaking under water. ''MOM?'' I try again, screaming.

I sound like a hopeless person drowning under water.

When my hand is leaning on her shoulder, I realize it sinks into her skin. My hand passes through her shoulder, as if it isn't solid.

My sister Cassie pops up from the air. Her body is standing on the ground.

But... There is something different about her. Her body is surrounded with a white steam. Well, kind of like a... ghost....

I shiver.

''You nasty little bitch...,'' my sister snaggers. She begins floating towards me. I take a few steps back.

''Look at what you did to mom!'' she roars with anger, pointing at the whailing woman on the street.

''W-what do you m-mean?'' I stammer anxiously. My words are still lurking, so I don't think Cassie is able to hear me. There is something really horrifying about Cassie. She seems so evil. Like a beast.

She suddenly snaps her finger, and a billion other crying people appear on the forever-going-on street. Their crying is on mute, therefore I can only hear Cassie's evil breathing.

Then she snaps her finger again, and every single individual starts to melt.

''Stop it! What are you doing?'' I yell at her.

''Shut it, Cammy cunt. No one can fucking hear you. Don't think, because I'm dead, you'll be able to continue your life.''

I shriek and jump back with fear. Is she blaming some sort of death on me? What is going on?

A knife appears out of nowhere, and she points it towards me. There is a threating hand in front of my neck.

Her eyes turn into a fiery red and the veins on her head and neck are even more visible now.

''You're going DOWN WITH ME!'' she screeches as she stabs it into me.

I abruply shot up, my eyes popping open. I was in my bedroom. Pale morning light streamed through the windows. Calm down, Camille. Only a dream...

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I had to talk to Cassie; no doubt.

I ripped my covers off of my body and shifted over to the mirror. My brown hair was spilling down my back, as I pulled on black shorts, a navy-blue tee and a black snapback hat.

I strolled down the stairs and headed for the lemon on the kitchen counter. Nothing better than a refreshing lemon in the morning.

As I squeezed the lemon juice into the glass in front of me, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I twisted around. My sister was standing there with an apologetic look spilled on her face.