I gasped and threw the head deep into the soil and ran away, gasping and panting.... The puddles splashed right into my face.... What is happening? I was destroying ant hills with my heavy running....
Everything was getting so blurry and unclear...
Sweat was pouring down my arms, knees and thighs....
"Oh... God..."
I began running even more faster... Like I was running from something.... But... I was unclear who or what.... It was....
I reached my home, drenched in piles of dirt and nasty sweat....
I wiped it all away....
The images kept ringing me back and forth.....
'Why can't I forget what I want to forget?! What is happening?!'
I ran to my room and lay in my bed.... I made sure all the doors and windows were locked... I felt insecure.... Like something was about to grab me....
"Was everything real? Did I murder my father? Was everything real? Was everything real?"
I kept speaking to myself loudly, Thumping my fist against the orange painted wall....
The rain kept pouring through my windows....
Why aren't there people outside? What happened to everyone?
Dad.... Did I shoot my own father? It was self defense right? I did nothing wrong.... He was about to kill me....
I could hear the howling of dogs from a long distance....
'How do you know.... Someone won't kill you in your sleep? What if it's the person sleeping next to you? What if everyone isn't real?'
My mind kept repeating that man's face.... His cry for mercy...
As I shot him.... It kept playing it reverse, pause,reverse, pause....
Was it possible for a dead woman to call me?
I curled under my blanket, trying to sleep.... But it was too much...
Suddenly, as the thunder struck... I heard two people talking....
The voice was coming from my kitchen....
'No... I shouldn't go there.... I shouldn't.... I don't want to die.... Please don't kill me... I don't want to die.... Why am I alive? Should I kill myself?'
My thoughts kept drifting from one another, side to side....
I kept my urge to go down....
Somethings mustn't be seen....
I knew I couldn't sleep anymore...
I switch on the bedroom light and open my phone....
I opened my memory card folder and slowly... Clicked on the first video
YOU ARE READING
White Pineapple
Mystery / Thriller"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)
