Internal - Blurryface

Chapter 4

"Run!" The voice yells at me. Each night it's becoming clearer and clearer, the dark figure starting to take on more of a human form, the voice improving as well. From what I can gather, it belongs to a teenage male around my age.

"What are you waiting for, Hayley? RUN!" He yells again, a panicked tone raising in his voice.

I obey and my legs start to move. I don't know where I'm going but I know I need to go somewhere. Again, everything is still black and I'm left travelling aimlessly through the dark abyss.

I glance back to see the monster chasing after me, it's hungry red eyes focused completely on me. Unlike the other shadow, this one is getting worse, looking more and more evil. 

Behind it I could just make out the amber eyes of the friendly shadow, chasing after the beast, desperately trying to catch it. That seems to always happen in the dreams, the beast tries to get me, and the shadow trying to get it away from me. I know they're just dreams but I wonder what would happen if one night it were to finally reach me.

The sun's rays beam down on my closed eye lids, forcing me awake. I jolt up quickly, trying to take in my surroundings, only to find myself back in my room. But how? I don't remember ever waking up to come back inside. Or maybe it was all a dream?

Throwing my legs over the side of my bed and hoisting myself up, I head to the bathroom. As the lights flicker on, I do a double take in the mirror noticing my blonde hair. This will have some getting used to. Turning my head with further inspection, I find a big purple bruise on the side of my face. I guess that bit wasn't a dream.

I get back to my usual routine, starting by throwing on whatever clean clothes I can find laying around, preferably with a hood. Back in the washroom, I brush my teeth and hair and pull out my makeup bag. I dig through to get my foundation which I use to cover the dark circles under my eyes from my usually sleepless nights, and now over my newfound bruise, wincing slightly at the touch.

After experimenting with different shades of cover up, once I feel like the bruise is hidden well enough I continue on my way to school. Downstairs, I grab a bagel and juice, forcing it down my throat as fast as I can so I won't miss the bus. With a short glance at my mother, passed out on the couch, I make my way outside.

"Don't ever do that again" I hear the familiar voice say.

"Nice hair, by the way." I look over to the house, I see the friendly shadow sitting on the front porch just out of the sunlight. I look around to make sure nobody is around me to answer.

"Do what? Why won't you get out of my head. I can't afford to be filled up with more meds." I whisper. He chuckles.

"If I'm in your head than how come I'm standing right here?" There's a slight pause.

"What's so funny? What am I even doing. Talking to nothing. Wow, great going, now I'm definitely crazy." I trail off, turning my back. Another laugh escapes the shadow.

"Just... Be careful, Hayley." He says quietly.

"Why should I be taking advice from a figment of my imagina-" I turn back around and any trace of him is gone.

I give myself a mental slap and continue on my way to the bus stop. I really need to stop feeding the hallucinations or they will just get worse. But for some reason, this time I didn't have the build up of anxiety and fear when I passed the house. Today it was just a normal house and a somewhat normal conversation with a not-so-normal shadow.

I hear the engine of the bus as it pulls up to the stop. I get on, flashing my pass when Joe takes a double take.

"Hayley? I barely recognized ya!" He proclaims. I giggle slightly.