It's All Lies, Darling.

8. Possession

Chapter VIII

• Possession •

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// KIMBRIELLA'S POV \\

"Kim?"

My wall is the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

I was lying in bed, shivering with cold, with dried tears caked onto my cheeks. I had been lying here with my eyes closed for about three hours now, because I was afraid to move, or open my eyes because of the fear of seeing Him again.

My door creaks open and I see my mother peek her head past to look over at me. I give her a cold look when she smiles.

"Can you come downstairs? Dr. Hallowell needs to tell us something."

I turn away from her for a moment so I could gather myself. I didn't want to hear what Dr. Hallowell had to say. Probably a more in-depth description of my horrible world of insanity. I was done hearing about that. I knew my fate, and I don't want to face it every damn second like they expect me to.

"Kim?"

"I'm coming." I snap, taking my blanket away from myself and rolling out of bed.

Before passing my door I come I'm contact with my reflection. Ratty black hair, inflamed green eyes; pale, chapped lips. Lines of tears had stained my cheeks from my earlier cry, making me look like a total disaster. It suited my lifestyle.

I walk out of my room to see my mother waiting at the end of the hall, standing at the top of the staircase so I could catch up with her. But I didn't want to walk by her, and I'm sure she knew that, so it just annoyed me even more.

I shake off the grip she latches onto my arm and speed up so I could go down the stairs before her. Everyone was in the living room, all seated around the coffee table, where Dr. Hallowell sat.

All eyes were on me. It angered me even more.

I wanted to shout 'Stop looking at me!' but I knew that would only get me snapped at by my father, and well, right now I just couldn't handle that.

"Hello, Kimbriella." Dr. Hallowell smiles. I nod to her.

"I have some news that I can't decipher as good or bad." She tells me. I take a seat in a lonely chair that sat in the corner of the room. I could see Gabby looking at me, with her red, puffy eyes and her sorrowful expression. Ryland was doing the same, only his eyes shown the guilt he felt towards me, and how I had to go through this.

Whatever, I thought.

"Well, I guess we should get down to it," Dr. Hallowell says. "I've been researching this house for the past six hours now, and I've come to find a match up with some of your hallucinations you shared with me, Kimbriella."

I could feel my heart rate plummet at her words. What did she mean?

"You said something about white rabbits with evil red eyes hopping around down here?" She asks, studying from over her glasses.

I nod, both intrigued and fearful of what she was getting at.

She sets down a stack of papers and gives everyone in the room a long, hard look, and stops when she gets to me.

"Kim, what you saw is in the history of this house. A family long ago raised albino rabbits - explaining the looks of the evil red eyes. In the fall of 1955, there was a fire in this house. They used to keep the rabbits in the basement, but they all fled upstairs when the furnace caught fire downstairs. You mentioned them running around like crazy, right?"

I nod, stunned.

She looks back to the papers, "The neighbors of the family stated that the rabbits were going crazy in this level at the house while the fire raged. The rabbits eventually burned to death."

Everyone in the room was dead silent, switching their gaze to me in horrific shock. I couldn't look at them though. I was still trying to process it all in my head.

Switching her stacks of papers, she begins again. "I need you to share other hallucinations or nightmares you've had in this household that never occurred at your old home before."

I think back in my head and remember the handsome face of Nathan after I had asked him about the little boy behind him. How that boy was actually dead.

I look back to Dr. Hallowell as my fingers squirm nervously.

"Well, my friend Nathan," I say, seeing the shift in posture from Gabby. "I met him in the supermarket the other day, when he came up and talked to me."

My mother's eyes squint in confusion as I swallow a sudden growing pain inside me.

"He was talking to me in the store, and behind him I saw this," I squint, remembering the boy's face. "This little boy. He looked so much like Nathan, it was unreal. So, I asked him if he knew the boy. He had absolutely no idea what I meant. Then later I realized I was having a hallucination, even though it lasted longer than they usually do, and I tried to get out of the store until he stopped me,"

I watch the looks of Dr. Hallowell and my mother, finding them to be the exact same.

I roll my bottom lip into my mouth and lock eyes with the doctor, feeling a small tug at the corner of my mouth.

"Nathan, he pulled out a picture. He asked, 'Does the boy look like this?', and in his hand was a picture of the exact little boy. I said yes," A chuckle escapes my throat as I watch the look of shock take over everyone's face.

I smile with bitter delight. "Nathan said it was his brother. He died when he was six."

I could hear a smothered 'Oh my God' come from Gabby as the whole room was filled with loud minds and shocked mouths.

In a second I felt the liquid fire shoot through my veins and snap a vile smirk onto my face as I sat and watched my troubled family try to calm each other's nerves. But with all the fear swelling, my hunger only grew.

"You see, Mother?" I say aloud, gaining her undivided attention once the lights dim overhead.

"I told you it wasn't just my mind."

The lights crack off but pulse back on a second after, showing me the beings waiting in the dark for an opportunity to feed from the horror. It was then when I realized what power I had over the others; I could control what was thought to be impossible.

Parton me, let me rephrase that.

I could not control what others cannot, he can.

But with the current possession over my body, it looked like I was the one in power.