Headache

Chapter 2

She opened her eyes again, waking up after falling asleep. She had forced herself to sleep after her dream. She rubbed her eyes and then stood, soon making her way to the kitchen. Her eyes flicked to the knives, counting them, looking at them, making sure they're look hadn't changed at all over the night.

They were the same.

I stood up again, closing my eyes for a moment, seeing the image of the paper printed on my eyelids from looking at it for so long. My hand ached, but that was normal. I rubbed my eyes, soothing them of the ache they were feeling slightly before. I felt my stomach rumble, then headed to the kitchen, turning to the fridge.

I stared at my sad cache of food, uncomprehending, my foggy eyes not used to the dry air. I made myself a sandwich and headed out of the kitchen, glancing at the knives on my way out.

I shivered, then sat on the couch to eat my sandwich.

***

I sat down a few hours later at my pen and paper again, this time more cautiously. I wrote her character down, thinking carefully.

Name: Lana Hoffman
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Job: Unemployed
Skin tone: Pale
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Sexuality: Bisexual

That was it. Maybe I should do some more writing.

I picked up the pen again.

Lana's eyes narrowed as she turned her back to the kitchen, glancing around suspiciously as she waited for something to pop out at her. Nothing happened.

She rolled her eyes at her paranoia, sicking into her chair. She dozed for a while, feeling her eyes close and her breathing slow...

Something rubbed against her hand and she jumped awake, letting out a small yelp. She looked up just in time to see her cat's tail vanish into the hallway. "Sorry, Moth!" She called quietly, realizing that her cat just wanted petting and she had scared her.

Something nudged my leg and I looked down, and smiled. My husky puppy looked up at be with big eyes, wagging her short tail and perking up her adorable ears.

I reached down and she stood up, backing up a little bit, wagging her tail furiously. I crouched Down, and she jumped at me in her adorable little puppy way, and I caught her in my lap, giving her lots of scratches. Her tail was wagging so fast that her whole body was moving.

I picked her up and kissed her nose, and she licked all over my face, and I laughed, setting her down. She then trotted over to her bowl and looked pointedly at me, and I smiled, picked up the bowl, and put a scoop of food in. Her tail wagged and she buried her little face in the food, eating hungrily.

I smiled at her, then traipsed back up to my room. I sat on the side of my bed, looking at my hands. Something didn't... feel right, but I couldn't place it. I looked out the window, but nothing was amiss. People walked down the streets by my building, and I watched them, going about their lives like I should be.

I shook my head, something was off.

I heard the sound of my puppy's claws clicking on the floor, and I looked up. She looked at me and approached me, then stopped. She sniffed me cautiously, the backed away, lowering her head and ducking her tail between her legs. She let out a high pitch he'd whine when I stood up, confused. I approached her, and she let out a tiny bark. She was at the end of the hallway, I hoped she wouldn't bite me. I got closer and stopped, holding out my hand. She leaned back, and I got a little closer. Timidly she reached out er little nose, then sniffed my hand.

She relaxed, and licked my hand, jumping into my arms. I caught her, confused, but continued play.

***

Even when I fell asleep I didn't know what I smelled like to make her distrust me like that...