many of horror ~ c.t.h & h.e.s

Drag Me To Hell

So. The last two chapters were just describing Cal and Harry. From now on it'll switch perspectives, usually chapter to chapter 👏🏼
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CALUM
My heart was beating at a mile a minute as I sat in my room, watching Insidious. A sick smile creeped onto my face as someone was murdered. "Cal, honey? Time for bed." My mum said, knocking on the door. "M'Kay." I dismissed, rolling my eyes at her attitude. How dare she barely talk to me all summer then act like a mum on the first night before school?
I guess she felt guilty. I mean, I would if I had been a bitch to my only son for 8 weeks.
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The movie was pretty cool, even if I did already know the plot line and most of the dialogue. After it finished, I shut off my laptop and tried to sleep, my attempts at blocking out my thoughts unsuccessful.
Why don't you hurt yourself?
You should just do it.
Remember how good it felt?
Remember the blood dripping down?
You felt like you were in a horror movie.
Just do it.
No one would care anyway, love.
I rolled over, plugging my ears in another attempt to block out the voices. "Please be quiet, my mum will hear you." I whispered, and the voices seemed to get louder.
You want me to be quiet?
You're making me loud.
You need to silence me.
Do it.
Do it.
"Go away!" I said, my tone radiating fear. "Leave me alone, you're making me upset!" I added, with no reply.
Then, like the chorus of a song, a great many voices said together, some old, some young, some male, some female, but all menacing.
It's all in your head, darling.
I sighed, pulling a pillow over my head and trying to ignore the tears that wet my cheeks. "Go away." I whispered, more to myself than the voices.
I wanted to go away, and never come back. Change my name and my face and everything, move to a new city, a new country, and just start a new life.
It was a funny thing, the way I was feeling. I didn't feel sad, just empty.
And I had gotten so good at hiding it, pretending I was fine, that I even started to believe it. Until I had too much time to myself and the voices would come back. Sometimes I saw things. Usually just shadows coming to get me.
I'm just stressed, I told myself, closing my eyes and finally achieving the sleep I craved.
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Morning finally came and I hauled myself out of bed before getting dressed, mentally congratulating my initiative for showering the night before.
I got ready pretty quickly and packed my bag with just a pencil case and my lunch, considering I didn't have any books yet.
The cold September sunshine floated through my skin as I stepped outside and immediately plugged in my headphones. The serene sound of Still by Daughter drifted through my ears as I hummed along, my feet crunching at the frosted leaves and my breath curling like cigarette smoke in front of me.
There was a sort of eerie calm in my head as I trudged up to school, I guess I felt safe there. With lessons and football practices to preoccupy my time, the voices couldn't get to me like they did at home, they couldn't affect me like they did at home. Part of that was because whenever I heard them, one smile from Luke could cheer me up.
Luke was my best friend. He had bright blue eyes and bright blonde hair, he was about 6"4 and his smile could light up any room. We had been best friends for years, we had been each other's first sleepover, and been there at every one of our birthdays since the age of 5, apart from my 8th because we had an argument. Luke stole my Nutella.

I walked into the old building, smiling at Jack, Luke's older brother, before making my way to Luke's locker which was, coincidentally, two down from my locker.
"Oi Oi mate!" Luke greeted and I smiled, he always knew how to make me feel loved, even if it was just from the tone of his voice.
"Hey man, how was your day yesterday?" I asked, accepting the hug Luke offered me and getting Luke's books for him. "This is why I love you." Luke mused and I beamed, Luke was the only person to make me feel this way.

No Homo.

"I'm just too good of a friend for you."  I giggled, grinning cheekily at Luke as I took a bite of the apple he handed me. "Morning sluts!" I heard a gruff voice from behind me, and I turned to greet Michael Clifford, one of our other best friends. Michael was pretty tall, and had the best fringe you would ever see in your entire life. "Are you hungover? Michael Gordon Clifford!" Luke scolded, slapping Mikey's head lightly. "What? Noooooooooo. The only drunk I have ever been is Drunk In Love!" Michael replied whilst grabbing Luke and pressing his lips to the taller boy's cheek.