Call Me CryBaby

9 | Mrs. Potato Head

I was laying wide awake on my bed. A week had gone by. Since the day I saw Jake's paintings, I couldn't sleep at night. I was depressed thinking about my psychotic brother Jake, the psycho who haunted me, and the voices. I started hearing voices. People's voices whispering my name. They told me things I should or shouldn't do. I usually just ignored them. But sometimes, I couldn't control them. Sometimes, they controlled me. Mostly at night, when I had nothing else to think about. They knew whenever I felt vulnerable, that was when they all started to show up, all together.

I tried to sleep by closing my eyes. But it was just impossible to do.
You're pathetic. A voice of a woman whispered.
Yes, you are. You like Nate do you? But honey, he already has a girlfriend. A guy sneered.
Not to mention, the perfect one. A girl mocked.
Unlike you. A boy laughed evilly.

"STOP! J-just stop p-please.." I begged to myself. I was sobbing.

Suddenly I heard my bedroom door creaked. It opened slowly. I sat straight on my bed, scared. "Tom?!" I shout-whispered. Nothing.

Follow it! Follow it! Follow it!
The voices chanted altogether.
I knew that would be a stupid move, but my curiosity got the best of me.

I got up from bed, slowly I walked to the door. I wanted to just close it then go back to bed. But then I thought, why should I? The voices would wake me up anyways. I peeked outside of my room. All the lights were off. "Tom?" I whispered while walking slowly to his room. No sound. Is he in there? Is he still sleeping?

Then I heard a scratching noise again. It was coming from my own bedroom. But the door was closed. Did I close it earlier? I walked slowly to my door. I put my ear on the door. The scratching noise was so loud. Someone was scratching right on the other side of the door. I was too scared to open the door, so I waited there a few seconds. Then it stopped.

I knocked on the door unsurely. My heart pounded hard against my chest. My palms were getting sweaty.
Then someone knocked back.
I jumped away from the door, terrified. My eyes were so wide as I stared at the door. I quickly dashed into the room thinking someone, possibly a burglar was here.

My eyes roamed over my pitch black room. Then I saw a silhouette of someone- something running to my opened window. It was short. The back was bent to the right. The head was dangling from left to right as it ran. The hair was ripped on the sides and the long dress was torn, showing it's red marks and blood oozing out of it. It reached my window, but before it got out, it stopped.

The head turned 360 degrees to me. It had two wide bloody eyes and burned face. I jumped back in shock while holding my breath and closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, it was gone. I peeked out of my window but I couldn't see anything. It already disappeared into thin air.

I stood there dumbfounded. Unable to utter a word while my tears streamed down my face. Am I dreaming? I pinched myself. Nothing. I turned around to close the door, but then something caught my attention. There was something written on the door. It looked like it was written by nails. That explains why there was a scratching noice. It was kinda hard to read because of the dim light. So I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight.

COME OUT AND PLAY, CRYBABY!

"Hayley?" Tom got into my room. I quickly turned away from the door. He rubbed his tired eyes. "Are you crying?" I wiped my tears away. "I- um- did I wake you up? I-I'm so sorry." I hid my face behind my hair. "No, I had a nightmare." He confessed. "Oh, me too." I said. "Well, um, I'm gonna grab some popcorn and watch tv.. Join me?" He asked awkwardly. "Um, okay." I smiled then followed him downstairs.

This was the first time Tom and I had the longest conversation. Not to mention, he invited me to something. Maybe that was only because he didn't want to be down there all alone.. but still, it was a progress. We spent the whole night watching action movies. We didn't really talk much, but at least he wasn't annoyed by my presence for the first time since I arrived here.

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"Nate.." I started. "Will you believe me?" I fidgeted in the seat.

It was Sunday. We were in Nate's room. I wanted to tell him about something that came into my room yesterday, and the voices inside my head.

Don't you dare tell him about us! A woman protested.
He won't believe you! He'll think you're crazy! A guy laughed evilly.
You will suffer if you don't obey us! A boy taunted me.

They wouldn't stop yelling at me. So I obeyed and decided to never speak of the voices to Nate.

"Of course Hayles." He put his hands on my shoulder.
"Okay um, I know that this might sound crazy, but.. there was someone- something that came into my room last night." I said quickly.
"Okay.. But what do you mean by something?" He tilted his head.
"It was horrifying Nate. It looked a bit like a girl.. but that couldn't be. Because it didn't have a neck bone, the back was bent to the right. The pores were red and some had blood oozing out of it. The hair was ripped all over the place. The face was burned. The eyes were wide and scary. But it was wearing a tiny white dress, as if it was a girl.." I frowned.

"Are you sure you weren't just dreaming?" Nate asked unsurely.
"No.. Tom was there too." I assured him.
"Tom?" He asked, confused.
"Yes. Sorry I haven't tell you the name of my aunt's son I told you about. It's Tom. We all go to school together." I said nonchalantly.
"Wait- which Tom?" He quickly asked.
"Um, Thomas Gale? You know him?" I asked back.
"No.. I don't think so." He shrugged.
"You wanna go to the movies tonight?" He changed the subject.
"Sure.." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I was flattered. But then the voices butt in.

As friends, you silly.
A boy laughed.

Ah, of course.
As friends.
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A/N:
Another late update omg I'm so sorry! I totally forgot! But anyways, hope u guys like this chapter.
Stay tune every Friday.. or Saturday..

Luv ya! ;) -P.O