Diabolical

Chapter 2

The harsh lights beaming down on my face made the cold room feel like a desert. That's showbiz, folks! But it isn't, this isn't supposed to happen. This never happens. I could hear the words of the two people, words I've read realistically hundreds of times. I knew the script by heart. But it was different. This wasn't a script, and this wasn't a movie. This was actually happening.

The horror of the situation was like nothing I've felt before. The beating of my heart, quickening with the suspense, was a drum in my body. And then the tears came. It was inevitable, destined to happen from the very beginning. I remember that this is in the script too. To cry. Movie crying of course, not real crying. They didn't seem to mind right now, though.

"Aww, Kaitlyn." The words drew me out of my thoughts, my only comfort. In front of me was an actor, one I thought I had gotten to know at our many rehearsals. His blue eyes gleamed with a sort of evil I'd never seen. A grin grew on his face. The band aid pressed against my skin now came to my attention, assumingly being put on while I wasn't paying attention. The skin underneath now burned as most fresh cuts do. I winced as he touched it.

"Sorry about that. Probably happened in the car." His face was apologetic, but I refused to pay attention. It was a part of his act. He isn't a professional for nothing.

The actor glanced down at my ring, a C carved into the metal. It was a gift from my boyfriend. He lifted my hand up, studying the ring closely.

"Who's that?" I tried to shut my mouth, tried to keep it close, but I answered the man regardless. I had no control over my body no matter how hard I fought.

"My boyfriend, Chris." The thought of Chris ate it's way into my mind, torturing me with the picture of a face I'd never see again. I knew I was going to die. I always know I'm going to die.

"Chris..." My voice was sorrowful, the obnoxious crying making it near impossible to understand. I'm going to die, and I'll never see Chris again.

"Kaitlyn, it's just a dream!" I perked up. Nobody but me seemed to notice the voice, and when I looked around, I found that nobody had said it. The voice was sweet but perky, familiar in it's own way. I couldn't quite pinpoint how, but I knew I'd heard it before.

"Behind you!" As a cold finger tapped me on the shoulder, I cringe, expecting a horrible creature behind me. It was a blonde girl with red, ugly blotches on her face. It was Tammy.

The scene around me melted away, leaving Tammy and I in an empty room. Tears spilled down my cheeks in relief.

"Thank you Tam-" She placed a finger to my mouth, nodding understandingly. I took a deep breath, attempting to wrap my head around what had happened.

"Where... Where are we?" Tammy smiled duly, her face appearing tired. I didn't know her that well, but I was still concerned.

"We're in your brain," she sighed, "or technically your dream. But you're not dreaming right now so there's nothing here."

"Well... are you a dream?"

"No." I never thought about it over the years, but I hadn't seen Tammy for a long time. Last time I saw her, she was in a coffin, dead, and never coming back. I guess I'd assumed she was in a new body, just like me. I'm not too sure now.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's going on?"

"What? The dreams?" I looked at her, shaking my head quickly.

"No, my situation. My new... body. My new life. You do know about it, right?"

She seemed to hesitate, as if she was scared to answer. Or maybe just unsure. Her face would crinkle up, then drop, then crinkle up again. I watched her change expressions in silence, not wanting to disturbing the thinking process. I was greedy for answers. Finally, Tammy spoke: