Voices in My Head

Chapter 5: Pawn

I had to blink a few times to get rid of the blurriness. My vision cleared and I could see my surroundings.

I sighed in relief. I was in my own room, not some alley or abandoned building or even a bar. Don't even ask. It's a memory I don't feel like reliving.

'Finally deciding to wake up. The world is better off with you sleeping eternally.'

I let my eyes roam around, a habit I've developed after the first few times waking up in an unfamiliar place. Looking at the light gray walls. The white furniture. The black covers on my bed.

Nothing was out of place. Everything was still bare and empty. I don't see any messes or blood. That's good. At least I can fool myself into thinking He probably didn't cause any trouble.

'Lying to yourself again? I see you're still a pathetic coward. Always running away, especially from the truth.'

I looked down and sighed, this time out of weariness, not relief. These were not my clothes. I had on a leather jacket, not my hoodie. My blue jeans were replaced with black, ripped up ones.

I grab my phone that was laying on the nightstand beside the bed. Two days has passed. I put a hand on my head, massaging it. It was too early in the morning to deal with these voices. Not that they actually cared about the time of day.

I should check if my alter self left me anything. But I really don't want to deal with him. But it's better that I check now than figuring out he ticked off some people later on when I'm running from said people.

In the end, the better part of my conscience forced me to check.

One video. Two messages saved as drafts to myself.

What did he do this time?

I didn't know if I wanted to find out, but oh well, the worst thing that happen is me ending up dead.

'A real shame that it didn't happen yet.'

I clicked on the video first.

The video was shot in this room. I look at my face. At the blonde hair and the bangs that fell over my forehead. At the brown roots showing. At the bluish gray eyes.

There was something different though.

The mad, cunning glint in chilling blue eyes. The smirk plastered on his face.

"Nice to meet you again, little Raven." He started saying. I rolled my eyes at his nickname for me.

Ravens were a symbol of death. And he would always say how I bore him to death. So he probably thought it was a funny joke.

"I really don't understand how you can stand living in that house with that witch and her family. Family, ha! They don't think of us as family. We're trash in their eyes. I can't wait until we can move out of that forbidden house."

At least he isn't flat out cursing. That's the only good thing I can see.

His stare bore through me, like he was analyzing me although it was weird since this was a video. "We are 17 years old and in our last year of high school. Instead of rotting away in that cursed house with that cursed family, why don't we have some fun?"

I felt my palms grow sweaty. What is he getting us into this time?

"I'm talking about making things interesting. You live a boring life. Same old boring routine. Same boring taste in clothes and style. Soon you'll fade without leaving a mark."

Is that such a bad thing?

He clenched his teeth, glaring.

Apparently to him, it is.