Whispers in the Dark

Chapter 8: More Now Than Before

Whispers in the Dark

Chapter 8: More Now Than Before

I thought I was dead.

The constant sharp ringing that stung my ears seemed to grow louder with every breath I took. I tried to open my eyes, even open them for a little peek, but a heavy weight tugged them down. Every time I actually managed to catch a glimpse past my eyelids, my surroundings were too foggy to pinpoint anything.

Eventually, I gave up and just lied still. I didn't notice it before, but a strange, faint buzzing feeling - like I was breathing some sort of light gas - seemed to tickle through me. It crawled all over my body, and it soon gave me a headache.

Taking a deep breath, I try to move my body once again - to do something - but it feels as if the floor's spinning from under my feet. Everything's spinning, everything's moving - but it's quiet.

I fight against the heaviness that struggles against me. I don't know exactly what this is, but I know I just want to get out of it. It feels like a thick fog I can't find my way out of. Like a maze of hallways that don't have an end.

At that thought, I can feel my body lurch forward away from the memory of the hallways... that thing. I try to dismiss the thought, but something about it drags my mind back to it. What happened... at school? At the moment, everything seems hazy. I'm not even sure where I am and why - but I know it's because of something I did... but what was it?

A shuffling sound comes from in front of me. I stop moving around so much and attempt to open my eyes again. This time, I have a little more success and manage to get a faint peek of the bottom half of a person. Before I can lift my gaze up to see who it is, my eyes give out and close again. God damn, what drug did they give me?

"Get up already, will you? I have been waiting literally hours for you to wake your ass up."

I freeze at the sound of the voice. I don't even have to look to know who it is. I've heard it too many times before to not know.

I can feel his firm gaze firmly latched onto me as I shake my head - as if it'll shake off the strange heavy feeling weighing on me. I don't want to be here with him, wherever "here" is. Why do I keep forgetting to take my pills?

I can hear his footsteps grow closer before he finally stops right next to me. Much rather wanting to keep my eyes closed and not even look at him, I open my eyes anyway and stare up at him leaning down on me. Something about him makes him much more bitter and eerie than the hallways or the empty classroom I fell into, but I can't explain why. Those two places had to be the worst times of my life - but whenever he appears, I feel as if he is going to kill me.

Maybe it's because he's twisted enough to put me in those places.

Maybe it's because he's the one I fear the most of.

"Why are you here?" I ask through gritted teeth and bite my lip. He smiles. "Still biting your lip? Poor thing, it'll graze raw soon if you keep that up, you know."

Immediately after he says that, I let go of my bottom lip and shake my head. "How would you know? You're not real," I spit at him. A few days ago I wouldn't dare say that to him. But ever since he has trapped me into places such as the hallways and the split classroom, I'm just sick out of his demented games.

I notice his jaw tighten the moment I let the words spray out of my mouth, and I already feel myself squirm. He waits a few moments before barking back, "You have gotten more comfortable with talking to me the way you like, I noticed. Why?"