Cold Blue Eyes

Chapter 3: Fear

Every day is like another nightmare. I wanna leave this place altogether. I'm tired of injuring myself because of fucked up fantasies. I'm tired of sitting in bed all day every day with Rick away at school while I have this inner dread of a coming storm. He had to tell everyone in I'm really sick. I am sick. Sick of it all! I just want it to end. Maybe going to a mental institution would be better than this shit!

But it wouldn't solve anything...

Oh guess what? Shadow creature is back. It sits beside my dresser. This time it's not quiet. It hisses from time to time...

"George." The woman flickers in and out of my vision. No, no, no, no, no! I tremble with discomposure. No, I don't wanna deal with this shit right now! 

"Get out!" she shouts.

 I seriously think I'm gonna die. Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit...

Her corpse appears before me. Her eyes are sunken in but very much alive. Frail bones creep through the pale skin. Crimson fluids flow from her mouth, soaking her dress. She vomits blood all over the carpet. The stench is horrid! I gag with revulsion. 

Now I'm panting at the sight of the dagger in her hand, which is covered in blood. Her livid tongue slithers in and out of her mouth.

"No, you're not real! Not real!" I close my eyes and cover my ears.

Rikie's voice enters my mind. "Close your eyes and let it go." Rikie's calm image fills my thoughts. "Sssssshhh, it's okay. Just let it go. Let it go. You're okay."

The screeching ceases. Cautiously, I peep my eyes open. Everything's gone.

Everyday Rick brings me soup. I have this weird feeling about the soup, though, 'cause every time I eat it, it instantly knocks me out and really heavy nightmares take over my body. I see little people running around and random eyes staring at me from out of walls. What if Rick is drugging my food? I think he is 'cause when I don't eat the soup, I feel fine. If it had been last week, I would never suspect Rick of doing such a thing, but he's acting weird. It's like he wants to hold me prisoner in the apartment.

Each day, I dread his return home. He's way too nice, so nice that it gives me the creeps. When ever he comes near me, chills run up my spine. I keep feeling the nagging urge to leave, but I'm disabled.

I hear the lock on the door turn. Rick's home.

"Hey! How's my best buddy ever doing!"

"Pretty good. And you?"

"I'm wonderful! Oh, hey, how 'bout I make you some homemade soup?"

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"What happened?" Rick looks hurt and confused. "You said you loved it when you first had it."

"I know, but I'm just not hungry."

Rick's expression immediately transforms into a dark cloud. It's like someone has just brutally annihilated his feelings. "You haven't eaten in three days." His tone holds a hidden fury. It scares me.

"Okay, I'll have some."

Rick's expression immediately brightens. "I'll cook you some right away, buddy." His voice becomes friendly and calm. It's like he's two faced and snaps just like that.

Rick brings in the soup. I want to dump it out the window, but he's sitting right there!

"Rick, if you don't mind, I would like some privacy."

"Sorry, man. I gotta make sure you eat up."

"I will. I just want some privacy, okay?"

"You spend all day alone," Rick retorts. "Besides I need to make sure you're eating-"

"I will okay! Just get out!" My agitation finally erupts.

"Uh- okay." Rick sounds devastated. Feeling insulted, he sulkily exits my room.

Now I feel guilty. What if he has only been trying to help? What if my nightmares are only occuring 'cause of my mental issues? What if...

I gaze into the soup. No.

Grabbing my crutches, I hobble toward the window and pour it out.

Afterwards I search for my phone. I seriously need to talk to Rikie. I've gotta get out of this hell... My phone... My phone! Where the fuck is it? The damn bastard took my phone!

"Rick!" 

Rick enters my room.

"What the hell did you do with my phone?"

"I didn't touch it. Maybe you just lost it. When is the last time you had it?"

"The last time I had it was- Fuck!"

"What?"

"I haven't had it for weeks! Rikie's probably been trying to contact me. Where the fuck did you  put it?"

"I didn't touch it! Why are you accusing me?"

"I know you took it! Tell me where it is!"

"I didn't touch the damn phone! What's your problem?"

"GIVE IT TO ME!"

"I DON'T FUCKING HAVE IT!"

"YES YOU DO!!!!"

"You know what, I can't take this. I'm leaving!" Rick storms out and slams my door behind him.

I feel shaken by my unleashed ferocity. Maybe I shouldn't be so harsh with him. But why the hell would he drug my soup? And jack my phone? I feel sick with anxiety. I just can't trust him anymore. Feeling tense, I fall into an uncomfortable slumber.

Arctic wind blasts through the window. I awake to a familiar voice. "Help me!" the woman cries.

Against my will, I grab my crutches and exit my room into a dark hallway. Each time the lights flicker, I see disgusting corpses with brown rotting skin. Blood stains and puke line the wall. Ew.

"Help me!" the voice squeals again. "George!"

I stop at a garnished auburn door. My hand shakes as I turn the knob. Chills crawl along my spine in anticipaiton.

The door creaks open. A wiff of glacial air engulfs me. The room is the shade of coal, and waxen curtains flow with the breeze. 

"George, please." The woman is tied up in front of the bathroom. She is beautiful with fair skin and flowing brunette hair. Her eyes contain an ocean of horror. "Please. Tell him not to kill me! Tell him! Please!"

"No one can help you!" the man shouts. "Not even George!" I want out now! But when I attempt to move, I realize I'm stuck. I'm tied up in a chair! My heart races...

There is a knife in my hands. The man isn't facing me, so I frantically saw through the rope.

"NOOOO!" the woman shrieks. "George I love you!"

The man shoves the knife deep into her mouth. A ruby ocean squirts upon her fair dress and stains the floor. She stumbles upon the ground, gagging and vomiting blood. I watch with horror.

The sound of her dying chokes make cringe. I can't stand it! I slip off the ropes and quietly sneak into the hallway, my body shaking. The only way I can survive is to flee...

Suddenly, it hits me. Everything makes sense! I remember now...

I wake up with a cold blade against my throat. This time I'm not the one holding the knife against my neck...