Delirium h.s. //Book 1 in the Mental Series//

Elise: 02

That night I basically ate dinner and locked myself in my room, not wanting anything to do with my mother as she was pissing me off beyond her usual banters and I now laid in my bed watching youtube videos to pass the time with my homework already done. I didn't really bother on getting up to get myself a snack, like I said, I'm lazy as hell. In the middle of watching Kingsley I had it playing at a high volume almost missing the sounds of scratching against my door. I take my headphones off as there was a sudden silence hitting me until I heard the scraping against wood catching me off guard I tensed up instantly and remember every single horror movie I've watched and began to think about my actions before getting myself killed. The scratching coming from my door, I leaned over the edge of my bed to hear better when I tipped and fell over with a thud and smacking my body against the carpeted floor I ended up getting a rug burn on my elbow.

"Fuck!" I hiss as I stared at the red irritated skin on my arm but shushed myself before I could make anymore sounds if there was a murderer in the house. I felt my heart beat against my chest when the scratching happened again and I crawled over to my desk where I grabbed my umbrella leaning against it and held it up in a defense stance. I bit my lip in slight fear, anticipation and adrenaline. I knew better than the sound coming from my mom, and the fact that my bedroom lights were dimmed and my mother had long fallen asleep didn't help the process. I gripped the doorknob with a shaky breathe but growing a pair I finally opened the door and swung the umbrella down only to hear a hissing and yowl.

"I'm so fucking done with this damn cat" I forgot about the cat, my mom thought it to be a good idea to get a cat preferably black and white who irritated the shit out of me.

It looked up at me hissing before it ran off down the dimmed hall and descended the stairs before I could curse him out anymore not bothering to care if it looked weird to yell at a cat. I turn around shutting the room of my door just as a chill swept past and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion to find my drapes swishing about in the breeze that seeped into my room from the open window I don't recall ever being near let alone open. My mother probably had done it and I didn't notice till now with the midnight breeze.

I walked over, struggling at first but then shut it to find the room suddenly warm I turn back to my bed dropping myself back on top of my duvet. I pat at my bed attempting to find my phone and yelped when I fell over the edge to the floor the second time that night and laughed a little at my own stupidity. Sitting up I saw my phone sitting right on top of my desk, the little fuck. I swear there's a spirit messing with me.

That night I drowned out everything with Death of A Bachelor on repeat.

***

"Hey hoe, you know there's a new kid at the school?" I rolled my eyes as I slammed my locker shut when Toby told me this.

"As if I honestly care."

Today I woke up with a stick up my ass and a bad aura. I really did not want to leave the house cause I feel like something horrible is going to happen. I'm gonna bust my ass, start my period, get caught sleeping in class, rip my jeans, etc. The possibilities are endless with me.

"Woahhhh attitude much? Just so you know, me being me, I found out that he has like the exact same classes as you and who knows, he may be cuuute." Toby winked at me obnoxiously as we walked towards period 1.

"Right. I honestly don't have time for boys and besi---" I was cut off by a FUCKING DOOR IN MY FACE. My ass collided to the floor, I groaned in both annoyance and pain I wanted to punch whoever was the culprit.

"Oh wow. You shouldn't have been standing there. Take my hand" I blink a few times at first, just staring at his jean covered legs whilst he kept on speaking "I'm not trying to get detention on my first day at school." A muscular yet lean hand reached for me and as my vision cleared I saw