Internal - Blurryface

Chapter 2

----------------- 2 Years Later --------------------

I'm floating. Nothing is bringing me up and nothing is bringing me down, I'm surrounded by absolutely nothing. Pure darkness surrounds me and I am left alone yet again, unable to talk or move. The dark seems inviting but everything in my body is telling me to get away, so I just stay there, like a rag doll in water, going wherever the current takes me. Darker swirls would occasionally twirl around me, but there was always this one that left me in pure terror. It's the same shadow from the night my best friend was murdered, always seeming to follow me and let its presence known.

It starts to crouch but before it can do anything a second figure comes into frame. It's looks like the monster, dark and slender, but a smaller version, looking more human. Despite it's vulnerable size it doesn't back down from the intense stare down. Strangely enough, the larger shadow backs down and fades back into nothing. The figure in front of me turns around, his hand outstretches towards me.

"It's okay, come with me, you will be alright." It speaks in the most mysterious tone, and deep amber eyes peer at me, swirling with different shades of brown and flecks of musky green.They are less startling than the monster from before. I can't even call this one a monster. Its voice is soft and his eyes are calming, looking somewhat human, or at least the closest thing to human I've seen in here. It's the same pair of eyes that were with me the night of Jessica's death.

With all of my strength I reach out my hand, and the instant our fingers touch I wake up to an abrupt beeping noise coming from beside me. My alarm clock glares in my eyes and I slap it off. I look around and notice I'm now in my bed, the baby blue duvet hanging off the edge of the bed, my old white walls now with markings all over them from when I had my fits of insanity and pain.

I've been having the same occurring dream almost every night since the 'accident'. Or at least that's what the officials are saying. I was there, I know what I saw, the shadow bending over her lifeless body eating her flesh, but they just keep saying my body was in shock from the stress of seeing her like that and my eyes were playing tricks on me. Yeah, right.

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I grab my purple iPod and throw it on my docking station setting it on shuffle mode like I do every morning. My duvet is left there as I get up to get ready for school. I cringe as I flip the light on in my bathroom, the switch from dark to light too fast making my eyes hurt.

I grab my toothbrush, squeeze some toothpaste on, and as I raise it to my mouth I look in the mirror to see a pair of eyes staring right at me. I scream and quickly turn around to see them gone in an instant. Thudding comes from the room beside me and my mother rushes in.

"Hayley! What the hell is going on! Are you alright?" She asks, half her head with curlers in her hair.

"T-there were eyes! Right there! I swear they were staring right at me!" I yell pointing to the corner of the bathroom. She just gives me a puzzled look and grabs my hand, bringing me to the bed.

"Have they started coming back again?" she asks me. For 6 months after Jess' death I would keep seeing the same brown and red eyes from that horrifying night attached to a dark shadow, yet nobody else seemed to. They loaded me up on every type of medication you could think of for the hallucinations.

Once the word got out that I was schizophrenic everyone started blaming me for the death of Jess, and that I killed her. Only I know I didn't. So if the town finds out the hallucinations are back they'll have me by my head. I couldn't let anyone know, so naturally I did what every other scared teenager would do.

"No, I guess not, I just woke up so it was probably just the shock from the light." I lied. She just gave me a soft smile, rubbed my shoulders, and walked out of the room. Like she would care anyways, she just pretends to want to help but really she tries to stay clear of me. She's never liked me that much since my father died when I was a newborn, I remind her too much of him and she stays away so she won't be reminded.