INSIDE HER MIND

Chapter 1

The papers before me flipped endlessly back and forward my imagination beneath every word.
I looked stunned as the book went back to the first page.
A burst of light spring from it.
I shielded my eyes before being thrust against the wall into darkness.

I felt the back of my head to find blood on my fingertips. I looked up to find my window boarded up streams of sunlight falling over my White carpet.
I stood, a wave of dizziness coming over me. I opened the door looking around the house finding it covered in dust, the smell of mold lingering in the air. The furniture sat in different positions. I grabbed the side of the railing walking down the stairs calling my foster parents names.
"Mrs Frank? Mr. Frank?"
I was answered by silence.
I went into the kitchen to find the cupboards bare. The fridge smelling of old food. I flipped on the light switch.
Nothing no light filling into the room except little beams of sunlight out of all the boarded windows and doors. I went to the front door peaking outside to find hundreds of people swarming the streets.
I began to open the door when a face covered in an ugly grey it's flesh gone on one side appeared. I stumbled backwards fear splintering through me suddenly I went mute unable to scream as the thing clawed the door.
Tears streamed down my face as I sunk against the staircase, sobs rippling through me.

I awoke on the staircase mortified to find I was still stuck in this dream. Or at least I hoped it was a dream....
I jumped when the back screen door whined signaling someone...or something's a arrival.
I scurried up the stairs like a rat begging to escape death. I peered down the stairs as a boy sat down on The couch opening a duffel bag and taking out a can of soup.
I watched as he pried it open gulping it down.
I froze as he caught sight of me. A wave of familiarity hit me as he grabbed his gun from
His pocket aiming it at my face.
I looked at his brown messy hair and almond eyes. My nails dug into the wall begging for the answer of who he was.

"Liam?" I asked the name so familiar on my tounge.
As I stared at him reality slammed against me. I was living in my story, under my own minds delicate fingertips. I was staring right at my creation; someone I only though existed In my imagination. I was the author of all of this every detail.....everything.