Knives and Nightmares

Chapter 18

I moped around, feeling sorry for myself, sorrow and loneliness made me feel completely hollow. I was nothing more then flesh and bones. Nothing mattered, not anymore. I say upright in my bed, my hands around my knees, gently letting tears fall as my thoughts raced around my head.

'This is the end for me' I continued the dark thought, 'maybe Melanie Foster should just.. vanish..'

The thought made the corners of my mouth turn up, this could be the end.

Who was left to stop me? First, uncle Matt died, then Liz was forced to leave by a two-timing-asshole who I 'used' to love, then Charlie almost dies, and gets put into a coma. Connor leaves me for Annie, moms never home, and I watched dad die years ago. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.

In this scenario, most teenagers would throw parties, drink, run completely wild with their renowned freedom, but me? I was completely different, I wanted to die.

"If anything ever happens, I'll just do it, just die" I said to myself months ago while walking to the apartment block that used to house my uncle. I finally had nothing holding me back, no restraints, nothing left for me here.

I herd my cellphone beep, distracting me from my dark thoughts. I looked at the dim screen, a picture of Connor and I was by background. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it, but seeing him there, happy-smiling, made me stop and stare. I tore my eyes away angrily after a moment, realizing what I was letting myself do. I slid the screen to the side, dismissing it and opening the text. It was from Connor.

'We need to talk. Now. Where do you want to meet?'

I laughed at the words, they meant nothing to me anymore.

"Fuck off" I murmured and completely shut it off, refusing to even think of getting another text. I threw the device to the side, and got up from my bed.

It was time.

I had to see Charlie's face. One last time.

I pulled up to the hospital, like many times before. The sun was beginning to set, making a large shadow dance across the road. I sighed as I got out of Charlie's truck for the last time. I sharply drew in a breath, his deodorant lingering in the air. That was one of the few things I knew I would miss.

I dragged myself across the parking lot to the front doors, seeing stubby Patricia sitting at her desk, almost scowling when I walked past. The rooms in Charlie's wing were mostly closed, the ones that were open were more often then not empty. Ocasionaly, I caught a glimpse of a family huddled around a corpse, dead or alive, it all looked the same.

When I came to Charlie's room, the door was left open, in a panic I rushed in, praying that he would sill be lying on the bed. I held my breath in anticipation. The gentle beep click of his heart monitor made me let out a shaky breath. He was alive.

I knelt beside him, brushing my fingers along his cold cheek, my eyes examined him, he was growing slightly less pale, a smile crept on my lips, I turned my attention to the door, where Dr. Newman coughed, he smiled warmly,

"A young man was in here before, asking if I had seen you. I sent him away, he said he needed to talk to you, urgently."

I snickered, Connor,

The doctor ventured further into the room, close beside me. My skin warned me of his presence.

"He's going to be okay," he spoke and put his hand over mine.

'Why is he so god damn close to me' I couldn't help but wonder.

"I hope so" I said, my voice shaking slightly.

Seconds passed with me looking at Charlie, and the Doctor string at me, burning holes through my flesh.

"I had better go..." I whispered, the doctor rose and nodded curtly before walking away, giving me a few seconds with Charlie,

"I love you, when you wake up, I'll be long gone, but stay alive for me, be happy, I'll never forget you" I pecked his cheek quickly before turning away. I could have swore I herd him let out a moan, but I dismissed it immidiatly.

I charged to the front doors, running into an awaiting Doctor Newman. I groaned, not wanting to deal with him.

He grasped my shoulder, "I'll see you soon" he breathed, and walked away.

My spine locked with fright, I didn't want to know what he ment. All I knew, was I needed out. And that's exactly where I was headed.

I walked out into the dark, winding my way across the vacant streets, snow was beginning to fall once again. In a small town like mine, you knew everything, every person in town, the name of the girls who ran the streets, how often the trains come in, everything. I gingerly walked towards the railway tracks, letting the cold metal chill my toes. I sat down, the smell of moss and wood invaded my senses. Finally, I let my head lie on the cold metal, sending prickles down my spine.

Part of me hoped the train would be there soon, another part begged time to slow down.

I was lucky, per say, I had no goodbyes, no regrets. No one I had to leave behind, I closed my eyes and let myself fade into sleep...

'Your back so soon," the monsters voice echoed in my head, I had grown accustomed to it, no longer did it frighten me.

I searched around in the darkness mechaniclly, even though I knew I would never find anything but darkness, the curious part of me needed to know if there was any change.

"You know," it started, the raspy edge in it's voice made the sound travel for what seemed like forever, "there is a reason why I showed you all of this.

He appeared out of no where, his small grey body in front of me, he had his hands out, gesturing to the bodies that now surrounded me, everyone I once loved, dead.

"There's one more thing though.."

Where was it going with this? what else did I need to know?

The world around me seemed to ripple, then change, within seconds, I was in the room with my father, the night he killed himself.

But he wasn't alone. A exact look alike of Annie stood in front of him, glaring.

"You chose her over me" her cold voice stated.

She flipped open the knife I knew all too well, and killed him in cold blood in front of my eyes, then staged it to look like a suicide. I herd my own gleeful voice come from up the stairs, singing along to a wordless tune, just happy to be alive.

I watched the wan hide in the closet, watching my younger self enter the room, chanting 'daddy daddy' then a shrill escaped my lips, Charlie and mom dashed away from what they were doing to see why I was distraught. I showed them what had happened, not noticing Annie's mother hiding in the closet.

Then the scene changed, I was in uncle Matts appartment, she was there once again, but this time, accompanied by Annie.

Together, they killed him and fled the scene, nothing, not even a finger print was left behind, just another staged murder. I knew Annie was destined to ruin my life like she did to my father, it runs in her ice filled veins.

I was awakened with the blaring sound of a distant train. I looked up warily, the bright lights cutting through the darkness. The wheels scraping against metal, desperately trying to stop. I was seconds away from being obliterated.

The last thing I herd, was a gentle whisper, from someone in the brush behind me, all it said, was 'fuck'

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