Are You Worthy?

Day 9

James' POV

I wake up at 9. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. I don't want to look to my left, or right, or any direction accept up, or I might see her.

I know I have to get up at some point, or the idiotic workers will come bursting through my door thinking I'm dead. True story.

I close my eyes, and get out of bed. I walk straight towards my dresser. If I can't see her, she can't see me.

Once I get to my dresser, I open my eyes, and quickly put some different clothes on.

I turned around. For some stupid, moronic reason, I thought I could just turn around and see nothing there.

Of course, like every morning, there she was, standing right behind me.

This little girl looked like a ghost, with the way she was dressed, and her face. But she was real. Too real.

She had black, wet hair that covered most of her face. She didn't have eyes, just black pits where her eyes should be. Try to say something to her or run sway from her, and she screams a high pitched, blood curdling scream that makes you want to jump out a window.

I probably would, too, if there were any windows in my room.

We just stare at eachother, waiting for one of us to move. I sure as hell am not moving. This could be a while.

After what seems like forever, I can't do it anymore. I'm starving, and my legs hurt.

I bolt to the door. Scrambling to open the handle, I hear her screaming behind me. I finally get the door open, and slam it behind me.

I let out a sigh of relief as I slide down the door and sit. I hang my head in my lap, and relax.

I'm starving. Right as I start to stand up, I see the fat guy wobble over, followed by the bitchy looking one, and some other workers. What the fuck do they want?

I stand up when they get closer to me. It takes me a few seconds to register what they want. Oh hell no. Not today.

When they get closer to me, I take off. I start out fast, flying through hallways, almost knocking some people over. Then, I realize that none of them can chase me, they're either too fat, too dumb, or are always wearing heels and shit.

I slow down. I know that eventually, I will have to leave, but I'm not going until I'm certain I'm going home.

I head over to the cafeteria, and eat the nasty food, all the while keeping an eye out for any workers that could be looking for me.

Then, I see them.

It actually makes me feel pretty good that they have half the workers looking for me.

If they're going to kill me, I want my last human interaction to be huge. Let's make a scene.

I must look so fucking stupid with a grin this wide on my face. At this point, I don't really care. Im just thinking of everything that I can do to go out with a bang.

They see me, and approach the table I'm at. Everyone sitting there, all my friends, even some people I've never seen before, gawk at me. Their faces read What are you gonna do now?

When the fat guy and his cronies arrive behind me, they stand there. I just sit, not even acknowledging them. This is going to be so fun.

"Get up," Fatty says to me.

I turn around and act like in shocked to see them. "Are... you talking to me, sir?" I say with just the right mount of mockery.

"Yes, I am. You need to come with me," he says, his eyes hard, like he's trying to burn a hole through me.

"Mmmmm," I hum. "No thanks. I'm actually doing pret-ty good where I am right now, but thank you for your consideration."

"Look, James..." he turns to one of his workers. That's his name, right? He mumbles. She nods, and he turns back to me. "Im trying to make this easy for you, but your making it very difficult. Come with me-" he starts, bu I cut him off when I bolt up. This is it. Time to go out with a bang.

I urn around and get right in his face. "I DON'T HAVE TO DO FUCKING SHIT YOU SAY!" I scream. Before he can grab me, I hop onto the table, shocking everyone in the entire room.

"I don't have to do a goddamn thing for you. Ever since I got here it been 'do this, do that.' I'm done doing shit for people. I'm not getting down unless I'm going home. To my family."

I was actually crying. I didn't think I would say this, but I guess I ended up actually freaking out.

They all just stood there, looking at me like I had horns. I stood on the table, not breaking eye contact with the fat guy.

After a long silence he turns around. "He's not ready yet," he says, then storms out.

My eyes must be huge. Not ready? Not fucking ready? Are you kidding me! I went through crying in front of literally everyone, and you aren't even going to take me? That bastard.

I realized I was still on the table. This got weirder than it should have.

I quickly get off the table. The entire room is silent. I look at my friends, and without saying a word, go back to my room.

Sure enough, as soon as I opened my door, there she was. I'm not in the mood for this. I still had that feeling you have when you've just finished crying, thst heaviness in your chest. I didn't want to deal with this, much rather deal with anything.

Im in control of her.

"Im not in the-" I begin.

She screamed.

"Shut up! I said I'm not in the mood for this!"

She stopped and stared at me. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted to kill me. Or, more like the look in her eye sockets.

Before she could do anything, i jumped in bed, and closed my eyes. She can't hurt me if I'm not awake.

Just as i started dosing off, I hear someone come through my door. I look to see who it is.

None other than the fat guy comes barging through my door. He yanks me out of my bed, and with a tight grip around my wrists, pushes me out the door.

Im fighting him the whole way to his secretive room with the metal door. When we arrive, he pushes it open and throws me in. He locks the door behind us.

"Let me go, you sick fuck!" I shout at him.

"James," he begins. "I never liked you. I always thought you cursed too much, you were rude to the other people here, and you had a hard time accepting things. After today, i really don't like you. But that won't change my mind. You need to go home. To your family."

More tears. I was speechless. Im finally going home!

"You wont remember anything when you wake up. No matter how long it seeems like you've been here, its only been a few days. Time is different here. Come, sit up here."

I silently get up onto the operating table. At least, that's what it looks like.

Its funny how quickly someones mood can change. Before this, I was pissed. Now, I don't even know how i feel.

More people come in. They lean me back, and put a mask on me. I don't even care at this point. I'm going home.

Everything starts to fade out: first, my feelings, then sound, smell, and finally, my sight. I fade ito a blackness, with only my thoughts. Welcome home, I think as I open my eyes and seee my family around me.

I don't remember anything.
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YAYAY I actually did something today! What a nice change from what i usually write.
And then there were 5...