Internal - Blurryface

Chapter 6

It's dark. I can't see anything except for myself, other than that, complete darkness surrounds me.

"You called?" I heard the familiar voice I've been secretly longing to hear for the past few days.

"Where the hell were you?!" I almost yelled.

"Well that wouldn't be any fun if I told you, now would it?" I turn around to where the shadow awaits me, his warm eyes glistening at me. I just give him a look.

"So I take it about now, like every night for the past 3 years, that monster shadow thing will come chasing me, am I right?" I almost laugh out of nervousness. It's a dream. It can't hurt me anyways, right?

"He's, uh...busy." He hesitates.

"What do you mean busy?" I start to get worried. But at least he's not busy with me. "Wait, he?" The shadow nods. "No, that thing will never be a 'he' to me. 'He' is not real. 'He' will forever and always be an 'it' to me." I cross my arms.

"... Ouch." He says, rubbing his arm anxiously.

"Oh. Right. Uh.." I trail off. Way to go. Even manage to mess up a civil conversation in my dreams.

"Don't. It's fine." He murmurs out, trying to fill the air. I don't know why I feel that bad, he's not real. Why should it effect me?

"So." I say, clearing my throat. "Why haven't you, uh, been around lately?" I can feel a blush rising to my cheeks. Why am I being embarrassed about kind of missing him?

"I mean its cause you haven't shown up for a while and I'm... curious." My voice is stronger this time, trying to explain myself and not seem obsessed. Which I'm not, I swear.

"Things have come up, for now this is the only way we can communicate." He says, seriously. I was expecting his usual chuckle, but it never came.

"Oh..." I trail off. A wave of disappointment rushes through me. Why should I feel like this over a shadow, a character of my imagination, he doesn't exist. He isn't real.

"Hayley?" He asks.

"Yeah?"

"Wake up."

And with that, in the blink of an eye, I was back in Mel's bedroom with her nowhere in sight. I lazily nudge myself off of the bed ending up on her fuzzy warm carpet. Downstairs, I can hear Melissa humming a tune way off key. I decide to rest my eyes for a few minutes, I have the time since I don't take too long to get ready in the mornings unlike Mel who takes over an hour. The carpet smells like sex and sweaty feet and I crinkle my nose in disgust before setting my head back down again.

Hayley, the time. The voice peers through my mind again. I just grunt and return to my relaxation.

COME ON HAYLEY GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!

My eyes shoot open only to see a used towel a few feet away. I lift my head up to look at Mel's alarm clock, which reads 8:03am.

...Wait.

"SHIT!" I yell as I jump to my feet, grabbing my clothes. School starts at 8:30 and Joe comes around here at 8:15, leaving me with practically no time to get ready.

I do my morning routine about as twice as fast as I normally would, quickly brushing my hair and teeth as well as slapping on some makeup and my normal clothes. Running downstairs, I could hear the bubbles and smell the bacon cooking on the stove.

"Morning sleepyhead!" Melissa looks at me with a big smile on her face.

"I could have made us late, why the hell didn't you wake me up?!" I exclaim, a little too loudly. She doesn't seem phased by it as she's used to my morning crankiness.