Don't give glitter to a zombie

The eyes of maddness

After the trio's ordeal and Karen's griping that I stole her friends, I began walking back to my room, but then remember that Carol was sleeping in it, and I really think it would be good for her to sleep on a bed and not the couch where she has taken residents to. I tend to wonder why she stays with my father, they seem to never be able to stay in the same room, and it's not anger coming from them, it's like a weird predator-prey thing, there is fear when that women looks at him, and he knows it, I sometimes wonder why I stay, after all I could just go live on the streets-or at the graveyard! Z seemed to be trying to bring the subject up a lot... But wait, I would just be leaving Carol and Karen with that thing, I would never forgive myself if I did, and that would also be letting my father win, no, I'll stay as long as I need to.
And speak of the devil, there he was, all dressed up, he headed to the front door but caught sight of me, arms crossed and glowering , he rolled his eyes, but as he reached for the door nob and odd feeling came over me, like at the twins house, time seems to stop, I focused on my fathers back, he looked so.. Vulnerable, so easy looking, I could just reach for his neck and it would be over- no stop it! What is wrong with me? I would never kill my fucking father. He seemed to have felt my stare, cause he looked back as he closed the front door, and his face changed, not from his normal smug or moody look, a real look of surprise hit his face, that's what did it, I scared him, and that feeling got stronger- nope nope, that is not happening again,
Come on, just do it
No, please go away
But I can't
And why not? Your just a part of my imagination, probably caused buy lack of sleep-
You still think I'm not real?
Yep
Look right next to you
I was gonna laugh but I suddenly felt an arm on my leg, I jump and see a familiar dark figure, it's was Madam Madness, all in her slimy, shadowy glory, and had a smug grin on her face, I tense, trying not to show anything surprise since that's what she wants,
"What do you want?" I ask snidely,
"Oh, speaking out loud now are we?" Madam pouted, but her grin returned,
"Answer the question," I say much more coldly, but Madam seem to have blocked me out, she slithered to the couch and sat down, leaving a dark slime on the cushion under her, I cross my arms, and wait for her to do something, say something, because this silence is driving me-
"Crazy," the shadow interrupted with a smirk, "that's kinda the point dear,"
"What?" I ask, not liking this situation at all,
"Look hon, I have a limited time to do this so I'll just make it quick," the slimy figure muttered, a annoyed look dawning her face, she stood up, now leaning over me, forcing me to look up at her, she smiles, "I'm here to make you go mad, completely and utterly bonkers,"
I frown and try to take a step back, but a cold hand gripped my shoulder, holding me in place, "I will make you mad, it's already starting,"
"Let go of me," my voice betrayed me, cracking a bit, Madam Madness smirked at it, but it was whiped away when her face starts dripping, some landing on my cheek,
"Dammit I ran out of time," she pushed out, seeming to now have trouble speaking, she glared into my eyes, "I'll be seeing you soon, Marry," and with that she melted into the floor, leaving a gross looking puddle of slime on the ground.
I shiver, blinking quickly in a attempt to register what had just happen, I look over to the couch, thinking the slime would still be there, but there was nothing, I glance down at the floor, nothing but tacky shag, I crouch down to look more closely at the carpet, thinking it had been absorbed into the wool, when I hear a door open. I look up in alarm, for some reason I thought for a moment it would be Madam Madness, but no, instead it was Karen, looking sluggish, she glared at me, "What's on your face?"
"Huh?" I touch my face, feeling something wet, first thinking its sweat or tears I glance at my hand, I freeze, black slime coated my fingers, I look up at Karen, preparing an excuse but the tween seem to have trudged off when I wasn't looking, I sigh and wipe my hand on my shirt, I was tense as hell, and confused, Madam Madness wants me insane, I can't understand why, but what I do know is that I can't let that happen.
I sat down on the couch, suddenly woozy, and my head was pounding, I lean my head back on the back of the couch, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping the headache would subside, but fuzzy noise was added into the mix. I was nearly asleep surrounded my the pain and noise but a hand shook me awake, my eyes snap open, and shoot up to see Karen, startled , starring at me strangely, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I mutter, rubbing my temple, "yeah I'm fine," Karen shrugged and walked down the hall, leaving me alone again. I felt odd, like almost relieved that I didn't fall asleep, I shiver, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach that passing out while that stuff was happening was the worst thing to do. I stand up, suddenly wanting to busy my self, I quietly walk over to my room and open the door only enough for me to see inside, Carol was still fast asleep on my bed, and I could hear soft snores coming form her, I shut the door quietly and sigh, at least she isn't hungover as far as I could tell, I glance a little down the hall to Karen's room, the door was open a crack, I couldn't help but look though it, I could see the girl sitting with her knees to her chest, a bottle of what looked like really thick Kool aid held in her hand in front of her face, she seemed deep in thought, she was like that for a few more seconds before twisting the top off and dumping the contents into the small bedside trash bin. I lean back, wondering what was the red stuff, a small alarm went off in my head, it could be a knew drug or something, but she didn't take it. I thought more about it as I walk down the hall, into the living room, but my eyes where drawn to the door next to the front door, my fathers room, I stalk up to up it, I haven't been in that room since he married Carol, I stare at the door knob, my hand reach for it, I felt a suddenly shock when my hand landed on it, I pause, I really shouldn't look in there, it is a very bad idea, but I shook my head, I will be fine.
I open the door slowly, almost like I was waiting for a trap or something, when nothing came I stepped into the dark room, and switch on a light, it was a normal looking room, with a normal looking king sized bed with only one of the sides looked used, and a normal looking desk, and a normal looking tv, and a normal looking vanity, with a normal looking picture on it- wait, I step over to the vanity, staring at the picture, a trembling hand reached for it, I look at it closely, seeing a smiling face staring back at me. I stared down at a picture of my late mother, her name had been Micky, she had had very long brown hair, very fair skin with my freckles, and the same large hips, and the same pudgy stomach, her blue eye stared back at me, and her smile nearly made one appear on my face, that might have been why dad had married her, or it could have been she was the kinda girl anyone's parents would be proud to be dating their kid, how she could tell a joke and everyone would laugh, or that she had the sweetest voice, I could still remember hearing lullabies sung to me, even when I was thirteen, I smiled a little, but then it reminded me of the hospital, of her singing to me as I sat next to her bed, of her rubbing my hand after explaining to fourteen year old me what leukemia was, than dad driving me home and never went to the hospital again, than the funeral, than dad talking less and less and-, I must have been pressing too hard on the glass of the picture frame because a thick crack ran across my mothers smiling face, I panic, I place the picture back on the vanity, shut the lights out and closed the door.
I curled up on the couch, breathing in fast unsteady breaths out of habit, I felt jumpy, scared, and tired, I pondered whether it was safe to sleep, but I shrug it off, I lean my head onto the arm rest and allow my self to slip away.