Wide Asleep

Two: I Can Give You Anything.

Sunday, October 28th, 2018
3:45 P.M.
Charlotte's P.O.V.
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Eight days.

Eight days ago, although I felt alone, I felt safe.

Eight days ago, however, I managed to make the friends of a lifetime.

I sit on the pristine white couch in Pamela's apartment, sighing as we watch YouTube videos, trying my best to distract my mind from the events of last week. Since I fainted at work, Susie insisted I take as much time as I need off of work, and she calls me daily to check in on me. I've felt sick since it happened, leaving me almost bedridden. However, I force myself to move around, and although it makes me get sick, it makes me feel better gradually.

Pamela sits beside me wielding a large bowl of popcorn, before the doorbell is rung, and we both gasp. Ethan said he was coming to see us today, so we could have a YouTube Marathon together. I stand, seeing as Pam has been on her feet enough as it is today, and she is in a significant amount of pain from over-working herself.
I open the door, Ethan gasping upon seeing me as a smile overruns my expression. He reaches forth to hug me with bags in his hands, and I giggle as I hug him back.

"Hey, Charlotte! How ya feeling?" He asks, and I shrug.

"The usual; no sleep, trying my best to keep food down."

Ethan sighs, continuing to embrace me.

"Aww, I'm sorry. Everybody is just sick right now, huh?" He asks, Pamela nodding behind us as we head to the living room. Ethan sits between Pamela and I, opening up the duffle bag he had in one of his hands. Inside of it resides massive bags of candy and boxes of food, giggling when our eyes widen to the sight of so much food.

After watching so many videos, Ethan makes a suggestion with a mouthful of macaroni and cheese.

"We should watch WKM and be really egotistical right now."

I raise an eyebrow, having not seen this so-called WKM. And so, my curiosity is stricken.

By the end of the third chapter, I am completely indulged in the series, obsessing over the creativeness of it all. Mark is such a wonderful actor, as well as everyone else. Ethan had been the cameraman behind the whole ordeal, and I simply couldn't not compliment his cinematography skills.

However, upon the opening of the fourth and final chapter, something seems off about the whole thing.
I have become attached to the main character, feeling a similarity of some sort between us, even beside the fact that they're a fictional character. I have absentmindedly begun to see myself as the narrator, causing a sense of unease as the chapter proceeds.

After the Colonel accidentally fired into my chest, I felt myself drop with the camera, a sense of numbness rushing over my body. It soon evolves into paralysis, the same paralysis that took a hold on me in the café. Being unable to move or say anything, I can only concentrate on the black screen, before watching Mark's lifeless corpse drop into frame, opening his eyes soon after.

However, I don't see what happens next, as the same pitch black eyes of Mark just so happen to be the exact ones gazing deep into my own, studying me with a wicked smile from around two feet away.

"It's not fair, is it?" His multitoned voice coos, reaching forth a hand to run the back of it along my cheek, freezing to the touch.

"You should be here, with me, not them. You should be MINE." He growls, a guttural sound that rattles the walls around me. He chuckles slowly, leaning in toward my face. No matter how hard I try to shrink back into the couch and away from this, he only laughs. He's in control.