Wendy

Chapter 27: On The Brink

"I'm having this weird unsettling feeling and I don't know why," Rose said before throwing a popcorn in her mouth.

"Any name comes to mind?" David, her husband, asked as he grabbed a remote and lowered the volume of the TV.

It was Saturday evening, they were both trying to watch a movie but no matter how hard Rose tried to concentrate, Margret's face just kept popping in her mind.

"It's Margret, I think something is wrong." Rose turned to face her husband. He was a tall man, with skin cut hairstyle and boyish features. Rose always joked about how his head was so smooth, it could be mistaken for a bulb.

David dropped the remote on the center table, grabbed her feet and placed them on his lap before speaking.

"You shouldn't wait for her to come to you. I think she's the type that would make you wait forever before she comes around. We should go visit her."

"Nah. She has refused to pick my calls all these while. Margret is a private person, I don't want to get on her bad side."

"Bad side?" David scoffed as he massaged her feet, rotating her ankles lightly.

"What do you stand to lose? She's not even picking your calls. If you go visit her, what's the worst that she'll do? Call the police? Since you feel all isn't well with her, I think we should pay her a visit."

Rose thought of it for a while. What's the worst Margret could do? She doubted she would threat her like a terrorist or something.

"You're right."

"I know I'm right, hon," David said with a smug grin.

"What are you feeling like?" Rose asked as she kicked him lightly. He laughed and wiggled his brows.

"I'm too wise for my own good." He smiled then winked at her before letting go of her feet and standing.

"Megamind. I'm still waiting for you to turn blue and grow that tiny beard," Rose teased as she threw a pillow at his back.

"Haha, funny," David said with dry humour. "I know you love my head though. Come on, let's get dressed and visit your friend."

As Rose stood from the couch, she noticed she was at peace with her decision. She no longer felt weird inside.

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Even though Margret had her five senses working, she had no control over her movement- the voices made sure of that. They made her take slow purposeful steps towards her bathroom and every time she tried to resist their bidding, she felt hot pain coil around her body like cords of fire.

Was this how she was going to die? Who would miss her when she's gone? She felt hot tears spill on her cheeks but was powerless to wipe them away.

'God if you are out there, help me. I don't want to die. At least not like this.' Margret's soul pleaded.

When she finally stood in front of her bathroom door, she felt fear so intense, her entire body began to tremble violently.

'No! I'm begging. Please, don't make me do this.' Her soul begged the voices but they didn't back-down.

Shut up! Open the door. Do it now! They commanded.

Completely powerless to stop herself, her hand quivered as she turned the knob and entered the bathroom.

Now, lock the door. Turn the lock you foolish woman! The voices ordered harshly.

As Margret fought hard not to lock the door, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She clutched the knob with a sweaty palm as her soul willed her body to disobey the voices.