Pretending To Be Human

Chapter 1

It's too late to run. You can already feel the presence of something you cannot yet see. You felt your throat swell and for a brief moment you think it's just you getting terrified, until the dreaded truth comes to your mind as you suddenly could not gasp. You were being possessed. It was holding your throat while entering into your mind.. Your soul. Your body. As you claw into your throat in a effort to escape from the hold, your eyes roll back and you become numb..

Lily quickly arose from her bed, drenched in sweat. She almost let out a choked cry for help when the light pressure of something holding her throat was still there. She quickly placed her hands on her neck to find the source.. Only to be relieved when it was her earphones wrapped gently around her neck. "I must have dozed off while listening to music.." Lily mumbled tiredly. She rubbed her forehead and slowly placed her feet against the cold wooden floors, making them creak from the sudden weight put onto them.

She shifted her body towards the bathroom and glanced at herself through the mirror.. Yup, there she was. No red eyes, no black liquid running out open spaces like her nose, nothing. Just another pale skinny girl with short, blonde hair with emerald eyes staring back at her. She scrunched her hair in her hands and let out a shaky sigh. This was the third nightmare she had previously.. She wasn't the average girl in most horror books or movies she amazingly watched.

She wasn't the smart, brave female antagonist in movies that always stays alive to the end. She was a shaky, nervous type of girl who even if you sneaked up on her and just said a simple word, would scream and be terrified already. No, she wouldn't survive at all in a horror movie. In fact, she considered herself dying first in ANY movie. She wasn't fit to.. Survive in anything. She just liked her life, locking herself in her small apartment and reading fantasy books. She hated going out, all the possibilities that could happen.. She shivered by the thought of it. Yup, she was scared of EVERYTHING. Thunder and lighting, blood, snakes, spiders, you name it, she has it. But nothing will top off her biggest fears; ghosts and death. She hated the thought of them. Lily gulped and walked over to her window, closing her eyes for a few seconds. There was no reason WHY she hated them, she just did. Oh wait, there are MANY reasons why she is scared of them. Too many to even think. She grabbed the curtains and closed them, beginning the day of being suck in her home and reading books.

She walked to her alarm and picked it up, reading the glowing, neon red numbers. 6:37. Why did she even wake up this early? She never really done. Heck, she even woke up BEFORE her alarm even set off. There was no reason on why waking up on 7:00 was so comforting to her. Anyone would love to sleep in, but she didn't. What happened if a demon was watching her? What happened if a killer broke in? She shook her head as her mind set off once more. She placed the alarm down and walked to her sitting room. It was pretty neat, with a small coffee table sitting in front of the two-seat sofa, with a bookshelf directly beside the television which was pretty old. She walked to the bookshelf and trailed her fingers across the books. Most of these she already have read or just not bothered. She finally found one and took it in her hands, reading the back. Long story short, it was about elves and trying to save their kingdom. She walked to her sofa and crossed her legs, opening the book on the first page, and began reading the fantasy.

After reading for what seemed to be half a hour, Lily finally put in a bookmark and closed the story, placing it on the armrest beside her. She'll read it later.. The woman rose up from her seat and stretched her arms, hearing them pop. She let out a light yawn and entered her bedroom. She glanced at her surroundings and walked to the wardrobe, opening it and slightly cringing.. Just in case something popped out of it. She bit her lip and was quite relieved there was nothing in there but hangers and clothes. She pushed past shirts, shorts, trousers, dresses, until she finally found some clothes. They were just plain, nothing to be proud about. Just a cream coloured jumper that was way too big for her so she had to pull the sleeves down just to reveal her fingers and jeans. She walked to the small kitchen and opened the fridge, scanning through what was left. She took out a half full carton of milk and a bowl, before opening cupboards in a effort to try find cereal, but to no hope. She sighed heavily, pouting slightly. "No breakfast for me today then.." She walked back to the living room and was about to sit down before glancing at her door.

She stayed very quiet when she heard the lift move to her floor and stop, before the doors swung open and footsteps walked quietly down the hall. She quickly went to the door and peered through the peephole. She always got very curious on who was arriving. She held her breath as the shadow of whoever was there was cast on the old red carpet. It could be a murder. It could be a... She watched the familiar old lady walking with two brown bags held firmly with her forearms. She scratched her ear and looked back at her room. She have seen the old lady walk multiple times back and forth, to the lift. Though she had no clue who she was, she liked to call the lady 'Jane'. She walked back to the sitting room and plopped her body down on the sofa, before grabbing the TV remote and switching the telly to life. She turned the channel to animals and watched it until noon.