BRAINWASHED ~ Jisung

05

Five days ago. 3.31am

Simon says be a real life killer, killer!

Jisung woke with a start gasping for breath.

Covered in a cold film of sweat he ripped away the sheets that clung to his skin. He was momentarily disoriented and didn't know where he was. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room to realise he was at home and in his bed.

It was just a dream.

He ran his trembling hands through his hair then brought his knees up and hugged them.

It was just a dream, it isn't real.

He gently rocked his body back and forth, listening as the bed creaked slightly with his movements. He needed to wake up, to pull himself out of the terrible nightmare he was having. He tried not to think about it but the violent images flooded his mind.

"Stop, come on stop it! Wake up!" He whispered furiously to himself, hitting the palms of his hands against his forehead.

But the images in his mind wouldn't relent. Horrified screams filled his ears as vivid images yanked Jisung back into his nightmare.

A splatter of blood blinded his vision while he watched a faceless person struggle free of his grip. They tumbled backwards and tears streamed down their face from where their eyes should have been. The only feature they had was a mouth, and it was twisted into a tortured expression as they screamed and begged for Jisung to stop; to spare them.

An agonizing scream splintered through the room and more blood sprayed across Jisung's vision while he stabbed a formless object into the faceless person. Into their torso, their leg, their chest. Over and over and over.

The cries and screams eventually stopped and Jisung tossed the bloodied object to the ground. The faceless person beneath him was motionless.

Bloodied.

Mutilated.

Dead.

In the back of his mind a familiar beat began to play and someone echoed the sound of a siren.

Simon says be a real life killer, killer, killer, killer

Simon says be a real life killer, killer, killer, killer

Jisung wiped his nose against the back of his hand. He took a long breath in at the same time and inhaled some blood. He sneezed.

Bless me achoo

A deep cackle resonated throughout the room. It was coming from him. Jisung was laughing, laughing with joy as he stared down at the faceless person he had just killed.

"Ughaaaah!"

Jisung flung his body forward, rolling and tumbling off the bed with a thud. The impact jostled him enough for him to tear himself back out of the nightmare. He picked himself up and ran to the window, flinging it open.

Cool night air swept into his bedroom through the newly made hole and Jisung slumped against the window, leaning his head outside as he deeply inhaled the fresh air. He could practically feel the oxygen flowing up to his brain, awakening him fully and allowing him to slowly calm his rapid breathing. But as the panic subsided it was replaced with a nauseating feeling. His stomach churned and saliva flooded into his mouth.

He could still smell the blood. So much blood, thick and metallic and filling his nostrils with every breath he took. He felt bile rising in his throat and thought he should run to the bathroom but he knew he wasn't going to make it. It was coming and it wouldn't wait.