Dead Eyes

Chapter Six: "What's Wrong With The J?"

I threw up right past Elizabeth's hand- no. Not past... On. Her hand was covered in green liquid. I stumbled back and knocked my head on the desk.

"Fuck!" I got up and looked at the door. Someone was coming. I ran out the door into my room. Out of the crack of the door I watched as a figure went into the room where Elizabeth was. A light flashed on. Sweat dropped from my forehead.

What's going on with me?

It was coming again. The Cheetos I had eaten were coming up. The warm green stuff traveled up my throat. I vomited on the carpet. The figure looked into my room. It walked into the hall. It reached for the doorknob but stopped. A sound came from Elizabeth. She came from her room with a knife. I finally found out who it was. It was Jasmine! Elizabeth ran at her with knife.

"Stop!!! What are you doing?!!" I screamed. I grabbed Jasmine's hand and pulled her through the door. She rolled onto the floor. Jasmine sat on the floor, panting. Elizabeth knocked the door open and fell onto Jasmine, sending the knife into her stomach. She then came at me. I pushed her away and grabbed the knife. She scratched at my legs. She grabbed the knife and took it from me.

"I've gone bad, and I must pay." She stuck the knife into her chest and she fell with blood dripping from her mouth. Vani ran into the hall.

"I'm leaving." He ran out the window.

I was in Elizabeth's room, the throw up was on her hand and I had just hit my head. It occurred to me I was hallucinating. I reached for my head, rubbing it wildly. Wet stuff formed a puddle around the back.

Was that blood?

I dipped my finger in and stuck it in my mouth.

The taste of iron. I ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. My finger was red. My head ache was pounding. I took out a bandage and wrapped my head. I reached for the medicine cabinet and grabbed some aspirin. A pill fell into my hand and I threw it into my mouth. My feet slid into my bed and I fell down, the taste of throw up in my teeth.

•••

Elizabeth was standing over me as I slept. When I woke up, she was there with a knife. As my eyes opened, she ran out, tears in her eyes.

I got up, dazed and confused. Blood stains were on my pillow. I stumbled downstairs to find Elizabeth crying.

"What's wrong." I asked. She looked up at her face puffy.

"I... I thought you were dead. I saw it. I saw you throw up and hit your head. I thought it killed you. I was ready to..."

"Hey. It's okay. It's reasonable. I hit my head pretty damn hard."

"No. It's not okay. None of this is FUCKING okay! When I'm faced with something, I freak out. I almost killed you AND Jasmine because... Because I'm CRAZY! I'm not right here. I'm a misfit! All this bad stuff is happening and I can't handle it! Someone is playing a game with us, and they're losing pretty fucking bad, but they know what they're doing. And if I can't stand it, maybe..."

"Stop. You're not leaving! I would rather have myself strapped to the cross and crucified than losing ONE person in this group. I know that Vani is an asshole, and that you don't know what to do, but you can't just go by yourself. Your sister is here and she can't be without you. We need to stay in a group."

"But-"

"No. You need to go upstairs and take a shower. You reek of... vomit." She smiled and then went back to frowning. She walked up the stairs into the hall.

I went to Stamp's room and let her out of her kennel. She jumped up on me and licked my face. I walked her down the hall and went outside with her. The sun shone with colors of gold and orange, the clouds white and the sky blue. I sat myself in a lawn chair and watched her play. She chewed on her rope chew toy, and then her bone.