King

I woke in my room. My red silk sheets were messy on my circle shaped bed. The curtains were drawn and "Hell Yes" by Beck was blasting from my speakers on my walls. The tv in front of me was turned on to an adult rated tv show I had no idea what it was and my head was killing me. The lights were turned off and the room was stuffy and humid, my shirt and hoodie were off and on the floor. What. The. Fuck. Then I realized. That bastard! He came through when I fainted! Then he fucked around again! My head was now burning. I started to get really pissed. I took deep breathes. I needed Tylenol. I reached over to my cluttered side table and picked up the medicine in addition to knocking over my alarm clock and phone. I took the cap off and chugged about ten pills, then swallowed them, no water. "What the hell did you do?" I asked. "I had this chick come over...oh man." The voice smiled. I could see him in my head, he looked just like me, but a bit more creepy. His eyes were darker, his smile bigger, his teeth sharper...I hated his name, so I never said it, unless I was really pissed like right now. "I hate you!" I screamed. But my voice was pretty much drowned in the music, it got louder. He was controlling my arm! My right arm was holding the remote for the speakers and turning up the music. "I can't hear you!" He chanted. Then he laughed. I smakedhis/my arm and it fell limp, back under my control. I turned down the music, it was a sweet song. "Zakula you idiot!" I yelled. "I've been called worse, even by you." He said. I shook my head. I saw him bounce back and forth in my brain. "Weeeee! This causes brain damage!" He said happily. I rubbed my eyes and got up. I walked over to my drawer. I pulled it open and grabbed a shirt. A red t shirt. To match my eyes. The voice sang along with the sweet ass song. I opened my room door. The house was full of steam. "Oh yeeeah, I left the shower running." Zakula said. I grumbled curses under my breath. I dragged myself over to the washroom and turned off the shower. "Hot. Memories. Here." Zakula smiled. "The water bill is coming outta your pocket." I said. He pulled his wallet out in my head. He opened it and took out a dollar. "Heheh, I'm broke. Spent all my money on hoo-" I interrupted him. "I don't care what you spend your money on! Your paying for it!" I yelled. I whipped the fog from the mirror. For a brief moment I could see my face, young, red eyes, angry. Then the mirror quickly fogged up again and I could see Zakula in the mirror, smiling at me. He does that sometimes. Goes into the mirror. I punched it and it crashed. "Seven years of bad luck!" He said. "Do you really think I believe that shit?" I asked unamused. "No...but I do.'' He lied. I could feel the bass of the music pounding under my feet. "Ohhhhh. That's nice." Zakula smiled. "Screw you." I said. "No thanks!" He smiled. Smart ass. I heard police sirens outside. Zakula had a strait look on his face. I walked down the white spiral stairs. I looked out the window on my door. They were all in front of my house! "Zachariah Bagans! Come out with your hands up!" A police officer ordered. "What!?" I whispered. "Ya...um...I might have done more then just have a chick over." Zakula smiled. Son of a bitch.