Control

Lost in Paradise

I woke up in a cold sweat. The bed beneath me was completely soaked. My throat was dry and hoarse, breathing quick and shallow breaths.

The nightmares were becoming too much, too real. I was becoming stuck in my dreams, I couldn't wake myself up until the dream was over and the crime was already commited. The nightmares were all memories of the murders. And the thing was, it was the first time I was remembering the killings. After I'd killed those people and buried the body, the memories just went away. But now they were coming back in my dreams.

It was so vivid, I could feel the knife in my grip. I could feel my victims death in my hands. I could feel their emotions. The pain they felt became my pain, their scream ripping through their throat was mine. The Others finally wanted me to remember.

You know how when you have a dream, you can see yourself like you're in a movie or something? That's how these dreams were. It was like I was watching a movie about my life. Watching myself kill these people. The weird thing was, I hadn't seen Kat yet. The other victims deaths played on repeat in my dreams, but not hers. Maybe her death was too disturbing for me to remember.

After seeing Nora a few weeks ago, I had broken all of the  mirrors in my house and avoided all phone calls and texts. Jamie was the only person who knew why. It was hard to tell her everything, but I did. Okay, I didn't tell her everything. The only detail I left out was the fact that I killed my last girlfriend and 12 other people. I only really told her about the Others and how real they had become.

At first she thought I was crazy, but after I explained myself she became more open minded. Surprisingly, she still wanted to live in this apartment with me. I told her how risky that was, but she didn't care. Jamie was the type of girl that when she wanted to do something, she did it. And  she wanted to help me get better. I even tried to show her what was happening, how The Others were leaving my body and becoming real people. But they wouldn't leave my body or even show themselves.

I took a deep breath, rolled out of bed and lumbered over to the bathroom. Cold water splashed against my body, gradually washing the sweat down the drain. I watched as the water swirled around the rim of the drain until it spilled into the empty abyss. Showers were the only thing that helped me calm down anymore. Well, that and Jamie's distractions.

A few days ago..

"Alright, truth or drink," Jamie slurred a little as she came up with a question. "If you could be with anyone in the world, who would you be with and why?" She stared at me intently as she waited for my response.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Easy, that one girl from that show you're making me watch."

Jamie furrowed her brows, "Elena from the Vampire Diaries? What a surprise."

"What? She's hot. Anyway, I'm getting bored can we do something else please."

She pouted her lip and lightly punched my shoulder, "But you have to ask me somethin' now."

I sighed, she was already drunk. Well, why not have fun tonight then? "Alright, how about.. what's your biggest turn on?"

Her eyes shot up in surprise as she pulled her knees into her chest and cleared her throat. "That's a uh very forward question."

I smirked at her awkwardness. She was usually so confident but now she seemed so self-aware. I didn't see why though. She looked amazing like always. She wore a tie-dye t-shirt with black spandex shorts and her ombre hair laid in flawless waves that stretched down to her mid-torso. She wore no make-up but she didn't need it any way, she was naturally perfect.