September, 15, 2015
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DAN HOWELL
My steps are quick as my feet thud against the floor. I cut through the alleyway, to get home quicker. My mind races, I try connecting them but to no avail. I almost forget where I'm going, and I decide to stop. I need to get it together; I can't just go over and kill Mole. If I go and even make a single mistake, I could be caught.
I sigh, grabbing my forehead in frustration and looking towards the floor of the empty alleyway. I see a speck of blood on the floor, and somehow this catches my interest. I lower my hand from my forehead and stare, when suddenly pair of black boots appear in my vision. I look up, trying to recognize the person the boots belong to but their hood is up and it seems like a mask is over their face. I'm frozen in spot, staring intently, this person has the build of a woman, but I could be mistaken.
She springs forward suddenly and knocks me down onto the floor where she straddles me. I look around in shock, the alleyway looks abandoned. She puts her knees on my arms, pinning me down to the floor. My arms begin to ache from the pressure put on them but I ignore it. She reaches for her hood, and pulls it down, revealing her long brown hair, that is put into a bun.
As she reaches for her mask my heart races. It's Anne, it has to be. I was eager for her to pull the mask down, so I could see her hazel eyes again.
She rips the mask off and my hopes die down. I'm met with blue eyes that look mischievous, she pulls a gun out from the pocket of her hoodie and I begin to panic. If I had known this was going to be a shooting I would have been fighting.
She laughs, throwing her head back before she puts the gun in the middle of her head, she looks at me and stops herself. She lowers the gun and reaches in her pocket again; she pulls out an envelope and shoves it in my jacket. She points the gun inside her mouth and pulls the trigger. My eyes widen as her blood splatters and I close my eyes, trying not to see her eyes roll back.
When has death made me want to close my eyes? I would have looked at it if it weren't for the fact guns remind me of Anne.
"I hate guns." I think before I feel myself get light headed, and pass out.
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Being forced back into a nightmare, knowing it's a nightmare is worse than being oblivious. I know I'm asleep, but I don't know how to wake up. I'm frightened, it makes me feel sick to my stomach because I could end this nightmare before it starts but...I don't know how.
"I know I'm dreaming." I whisper, hoping that would wake me up. I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them it will be back in reality, however when I open them I'm back on cliff side where Anne died.
"W-What?" I speak to no one in particular, I look at my hands and how the moon shines on them. I'm about to pass out again, this is too real.
"Are you going to kill me?" I snap my head to Anne, she's right next me looking at the clouds in the sky. Is this my second chance? Am I really back? I know I'm dreaming but this doesn't feel like a dream. I feel the slight wind, and I see Anne's delicate features, this has to be real.
"What? No. There's no point in dying." I look at her, I'm too scared to touch her. I don't want her to break, she seems so fragile.
"What?" She snaps her head to me, looking at me curiously. "You know I can't live like this anymore. This demon-"
"There is no demon." I whisper and I feel like I've discovered something. She shakes her head and looks at me as if I'm a psycho.
"What are-?"
"There is no demon. That's just you...It's you...You died. You really did and the demon...oh my god." I suddenly realized, everything fit together.
"The demon that follows you isn't real, it never was." Anne whispers. She knew all along, and she hid it from me.
"You were seeing a twisted reality." She speaks again and I look at her curiously. "You tasted copper on your tongue? The taste of metal...the taste of blood. You think the demon ate all those organs?" She giggles.
I feel sick. "No...no." I began denying it, there is no way I ate the organs that were sent to me.
"Dan, you killed the demon that night. Not me. I'm still here, the demon you imagined was fake. You imagined it because you were alone and you wanted me there." Anne strokes my cheek and pulls me to look in her eyes.
"Why are you telling me this? How are you...I mean if you're still alive-"
"I'm not alive. By killing the demon...you killed me. I'm still with you...in your dreams." She told me and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"If you weren't sending the packages then-"
"I can't tell you everything, Dan. You have to figure some things out by yourself." She giggles, and I feel myself waking up. I grab her and hold onto her, I don't want to leave. It's so peaceful here, I feel safe with her.
"I don't-" My sentence is left incomplete, because I awake in a dark room with piano music playing.
"Anne...?" I call out, still not accepting that I'm awake.
"You left me, Dan. You were my only friend." Someone called out, I recognize it immediately.
"Phil?" I look around the dark room, trying to find him. I feel a kick in my stomach, and an angry sigh.
"You're still smart, how charming."
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