Forever

    Have you ever felt like there was something always watching you? Like, whenever you are home alone and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, or your door closes real tight behind you? This has been happening to me ever since I was little. I don't know why, but I always feel like a hand is always tracing down my cheek, and onto my shoulder. Tension always fills the room when I'm all alone. I've always felt like something was in my head, a voice. It always tells me to do things that I don't like to do, and I always end up doing it. The one time, the voice told me to grab a knife from my mom's kitchen. The next thing i knew,  I heard screaming, and my mother disappeared the next day. I woke up to find a moist red substance dripping from my hands. The voice told me that it was strawberry syrup. To be honest, it didn't smell like it. 

   

     Another time was when I was home alone, my neighbor, who is only ten years old, wanted to come over and play. 

    "Come on, Gia, Let's play with her," the voice said. I nodded and let her in. "Take her to your basement," the voice said as I rose an eyebrow. I was really confused on why. "DO IT!" the voice screamed in my head. I ended up curling into a ball, and I held onto my head as tight as I could. The next thing I knew, my vision went blank. However, I could hear everything that went on in the background. 

    "What are you doing?! Gia?! Put down that shovel! Gia-!" All I heard was screaming. The sound of crunching bones and tearing flesh filled my ears. Muffled screams escaped from a small object, that was now nothing but a pile of flesh. All I could hear, was the sound of water spilling from a bottle. 

   

    About a week later, I was home alone, once again. I was watching the news with my cat, Izzy. She was purring in my ear as I rubbed her soft fur with my blond stained nails. The voice told me that it was nail polish and that I looked pretty with it on. On the news was a picture of my mom and my neighbor. 

    "Those liars. I can't believe that they would lie to you like that," the voice said as my cat's eyes went wide when she looked at me. "We need to play more, Gia," the voice said as I nodded. I grabbed my phone and texted my dad, asking him to come and pick me up early. My parents were divorced and I would usually spend time with my mom on weekdays and my dad on weekends. 

   

   About an hour later, my dad showed up in his black Honda, smiling at me. I smiled and motioned him to come inside. 

    "Grab the lighter and the lighter fluid," the voice said as I shook my head. 

    "I can't. He's my daddy!" I said as my dad walked in the front door. 

    "Gia?" my dad said as he walked in the room. 

    "No!" I screamed as I clutched my head. The voice was screaming a whole lot louder than it originally did, and my brain felt like mush. The next thing that I knew, I grabbed lighter fluid and a lighter and ran outside, straight for the woods. "I can't do that to my daddy! I just can't!" I yelled as the voice in my head began to laugh hysterically. I began to run, further and further, over at least a hundred dirt patches on the ground. I didn't even care, I just kept running.

    When I finally stopped running, I turned around to find my dad at least four yards behind me. I then realized that I had no control over my body what so ever. I tried to take a step back, and all that I ended up doing was twitching my finger. I then tried to say something, and then I realized that I couldn't speak. I was basically stuck inside of my body, not able to move or say anything. All around us was dark woods, and the silence was nothing but bitter. Every step that my father took was almost like the sound of an earthquake.

    "No.." I thought as my dad finally came to a stop. "Don't. You can't!" I tried to scream, but the voice that was in my head completely took over my body.

    "Gia..." my father said as he leaned onto his knees and began to try and study his breath. "Why..." he began to speak, and then I felt my body silently circling around him. "Are you...." my body circled around him again. "Running...." my body stopped moving and I felt my head turn to the side a little to get a better view of my exhausted father. "Away from me?" my father managed to get out as he wiped the sweat away from his eyes. I then looked down to find my body turning the lighter on.

    "Isn't this fun, Gia?" the voice said as I saw a bit of liquid being splashed onto my dad.

    "NO!" I screamed as my body threw the lighter at my dad. Screams filled the dark forest and laughter filled my ears.

    "So much fun!" the voice screamed and began to laugh hysterically in my ears. I felt tears run down my face as I saw my father cower and try to put out the flames. As he stepped towards me, all around him, more fire rose.

    "Gia!" my father shrieked as I screamed out to him. It was useless. He could not hear me, no matter what I did or scream. That day, I watched my father burn to death while doing nothing but watch.

   

    "It'll be okay Gia. It was for the best," the voice said to me as I dragged my father's crisp body into a ten by ten foot hole I dug into the ground. 

    "It'll be okay.." I repeated, feeling like I was in a haze. I felt like the forest was comforting me. It was almost like it was hugging me, welcoming me into a new home.

    "More fun things will happen in the future. I promise," the voice said as I dropped the body into the hole.

    "More fun things..." I repeated as I picked up the shovel.

    "I can't wait to have more fun with you," the voice said as I began to bury my father's crisp body.

    "Can't wait...." I said as I began to shove dirt into the hole.

   

     About a week later, I had more fun. I have played and played and played so much that I can now never grow tired of it. It's almost like an addiction, a craving, a want that's now turning into a need. That feeling that I had before I began to play is gone. I've never had more fun in my life.

    "And we'll stay together..." the voice said in my head as I ripped the heart out of the women's lifeless body.

    "Forever," I said as I sank my teeth into the beating heart.