Delusional

Chapter Two

The day passed agonizingly slow. Even slower than usual if that's possible. I couldn't get out of my head and time passes like New York traffic in there.

On the bus ride home I had the crazy hope that he would magically appear but that, of course, did not happen. However, I was lucky enough to be left alone. No one sat with me. In fact, it seemed that they sat as far away as possible. It didn't really bother me. I'm used to people treating me this way. Maybe that's why my dad left. I just wish someone would tell me what's wrong with me.

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When I got home I ditched my stuff and headed out. My mom wouldn't be home until sometime in the morning, if she came home at all. As usual, I passed the church, went through a patch of forest, and there it was. The same house. Except for now it held a different meaning. I stood just in the clearing of trees and shoved my hands in my pockets. I shouldn't go up and knock. I don't know him and he doesn't know me. Plus he'd probably be wondering how the hell I know where he lives, or why I bothered to pay enough attention to find out. So, I decided to just go home.

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I exhaled wearily and dropped down onto my bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Thoughts passed through my head and then left with no real impact. I didn't even realize I had drifted off until I woke up panting in the darkness.

I have this dream every night. It's not really about anything in particular. It's just running. It starts off as I'm walking through some forest. It's freezing and I can see my own breath like tiny clouds from my mouth. I'm barely wearing any clothing. I'm only in boxers and I'm covered in blood. There's screams and that's when the running starts. I feel like I'm in trouble and all I know is that I have to run. And that's when I wake up. I never reach a destination.

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So tonight, like almost every other night, I woke up out of breath with sweat plastering my hair to my face. As usual, I wake up in excruciating pain. My legs cramp so bad it leaves me in tears; some nights screaming. I can't move and my lungs are burning. When the throbbing and twisting finally subsided, I stumbled to the bathroom to splash some water onto my face. But when I got to the door something pulled my gaze up quickly. There was someone standing in my shower. No, not someone. Him.

I stumbled and fell backwards onto the floor. The last thing I could remember was all the ringing in my ears. I saw a shadow pass over me before everything went dark and the noise faded.

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I woke up on my bathroom floor, my head spinning, and I could barely open my eyes. I struggled to sit up as every muscle protested and contracted to the point where even my tongue was pressed to the roof of my mouth. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I looked around in the darkness. I felt my stomach lurch when my brain finally let in the fact that I was laying in blood. I felt sick as I looked down and saw it on my clothes, but nothing could compare to what I felt when I realized it was coming from my own wrists.

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