Nightmare Called Veronica Aldean

Chapter 12

The Visions Begin.

I wanted to throw away that knife so bad, but every time I tried, my body found a way to deny it.

You have to keep it!~throw it away!

My mind argued with both my opposite callings. I held the knife in my hand over the garbage, but my body was telling me no.

"You have to build the strength to throw it out, Alayna."

I heard a voice over me, a familiar voice. Brandon's voice. I turned to look at him in his black hoodie as always.

"You know..I have never actually seen your face." I told him as I turned to him.

"I can't show my face." He told me.

"Why not?"

"I just can't, sorry."

"You're stubborn, reminds me of someone I know.." I said thinking about Mason and how I scared him away out the door.

"You did the right thing, making him get out before you felt even more bad about not being able to work with him anymore." Brandon explained.

"It wasn't me...not the real me." I said defending my situation.

"It doesn't matter, it's good he is gone now."

"Why?" I asked

"You'll understand in time."

"O-ok.."

I turned to look at the garbage can and the knife in my hand still ready too throw it away. When I turned back to look at Brandon, he wasn't there anymore. Then I noticed, Brandon never came into my house at all. He never opened the door, he never opened a window. Nothing, he was just...there. I sat down on the couch and tried to think it through, but any kind of resolution I had, there was always one loose end.

"It's useless to think nowadays." I heard Brandon say as he sat next to me on the couch.

"It won't do you any good, completely useless." I heard him say.

"But..why?" I asked

"Because you will die no matter what, everyone has a time to die, every one will die eventually, so there is no use to thinking." He said.

Right as I was going to respond, he was gone in a split second.

It-it's not possible..

I thought to myself.

H-he couldn't have known what I was thinking..

I thought over and over that it couldn't be true, that I was only dreaming. But I came to finally find that..I wasn't dreaming and it was true.

"You're thinking again, stop all thoughts." I heard Brandon's voice once again in front of me, and I looked up to see him.

"Are..you really here? Or..." I asked.

"Just don't think about it, it's not important."

"But how-" Brandon cut me off.

"It's not important, so don't think about it, don't think about anything worthless."

"But, I don't-" Brandon cut me off again by disappearing without any dramatic sparkle crap, he was just..gone.

"Understand.." I said, sadly finishing my sentence alone. I wondered if theses little visions would help me in anyway. I decided that Brandon's first words when he came here would be my first challenge.

'You have to build the strength to throw it out, Alayna.'

The knife, I had to get rid of it before I hurt myself or anyone else, I had to throw it out. Not in my home, but somewhere far away. I could throw it in the lake so I can't get it ever again, I could give it to Mason when I have the strength to see him again. I decided if I waited until I had the strength to give it to Mason would lesson my chances to not hurt myself or anyone else, so I decided to throw it in the lake.

I went out into the cold morning breeze on the outside and I made my way to the lake next to the park benches Mason and I had stayed up on that one night. I took the knife and held it in my hand trying to build up enough strength to throw it with full force. Once I had finally convinced myself to do it, the lake froze over in only a couple of seconds. I figured that maybe it would be shallow and I could break the ice and just drop it in. I knelt down and tried to break the ice with my hand and end up trying to break it with the knife, but whatever I did, it never even made the slightest crack. I had no idea what was going on, so I decided to do something else. Burry the knife. I went back to my house to get a shovel, and when I came back, I went right to work on the ground. But again, the grass and the dirt never budged, nothing was coming onto the shovel. What was even more unusual was that every time that I looked at the shovel, it looked like it was just cleaned and brand new, not even the slightest dirt spot. I set the shovel down and looked at the knife.

"What am I gonna do with you?" I whispered as if I where talking to it.

I got up, picked up the shovel and the knife and walked back to my house.

When I got to my room, I set the knife down and looked at it.

Blood.

I heard the inner madness let out the word, and then on the knife appeared crimson, the counter the knife was covered with blood spots. I blinked and the blood was gone, the counter and the knife where perfectly clean.

"What.." I whispered to myself.

"What?" Brandon's voice was coming from in front of me.

"Why do you still have the knife, Alayna?!"

"I can't get rid of it.." I said quietly.

"Yes you can!" Brandon said angrily.

"No, Brandon. I can't."

"Ugh!" He grunted as he disappeared once again.

Why was he so angry, why was he so eager for me to get rid of this weapon? I didn't know what was going on, but I did know something was up. Something wasn't right at all.