Present day: date: 2018 March 23rd. Two days till my eighteenth birthday.
"How does it look?" she asked as the satin dress flowed gracefully at her hips.
"Good. But I liked the blue one better." I said. I went to the clothing rack and picked it out.
"Hmm. You are smart even though you only like black and red." She giggles.
I smiled and she went into the change room to put on the blue silk dress.
"Ally?" she asked with concern in her voice.
"Yea?"
"I'm stuck." She whispered. She emerged from the dressing room with the dress wrapped tightly around her chest. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey. You wanted me to get a dress for your birthday party." She pouted.
"Well... Hmm... Um Tori?" I stammered. "It appears that you didn't unzip the zipper."
She looked at me with an annoyed expression that instantly burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
I began to laugh too. We stood there giggling for a good five minutes.
"Hey Ally?" she asked calming down.
"Yea?"
"Are you okay?"
I was confused. What did she mean? Of course I was okay! I was just laughing. Last time I checked, laughing was meant to be happy. Then I looked down. The sight I saw was truly alarming as well as overwhelming. I saw a broken reflection. Bits and prices of the mirror scattered as my bloodied fist trembled at my side. The broken reflection was neither mine nor Tori's. It wasn't even human as far as I knew. I feel like I could we a face but all I saw was shadow. I was lost in the image. All my thoughts were misplaced to the back of my mind and my world fell silent. It felt as if I was being watched. Whispered cluttered my train of thought as I tried to decipher the message scrawled in my memories. A message from a boy. I could feel myself lose my balance like I was leaving this world.
"ALLY!" The distant shouts of Tori echoed behind me. Then something cold knocked me back into reality.
"HOLY POOP THAT IS SOME COLD METAL!" I shouted as I pulled away the metal keys that were pushed into my back.
"What was all that? Ally, you punched a mirror."
I glanced down at my fist. "So I did."
"Are you okay?"
I stared at her blankly. "I-I don't know."
She took my arm, paid for the mirror and the dress, and dropped me off at home.
I don't know what happened to me. I've been having these nightmares about a little girl and a little boy. They have no home. I feel like I know them.
When I got home, I trudged into our fancy as crap kitchen and got some food. My stepbrother Max was sitting at the table on his computer.
I hated Max. We were both adopted from the same orphanage so I've spent pretty much my whole life around him. He's not a bad person he's just a smartass. Today, he seemed to look at me different. His dirty blonde hair seemed damp and it was swept to the left, he was tall but hunched over, his glossy almost silver eyes staring right into mine.
"You know I hate how your eyes are pitch black."
"Well I didn't ask you!" I snapped. "What are you doing?"
He turned his screen and showed that he was writing something.
"That is something I'd never think you'd do."
He nodded. "It's for an assignment. I'm supposed to write about a mythical beast."
"What's yours about?"
"A nightmare demon."
Those words came out in slow motion. I felt my body sway as my sight went into a blur.
"You okay Blank?"
"I hate it when you call me blank."
He shrugged and I went upstairs to lie down. I am so confused. Why is this all happening? I never wanted to feel this way. All these thoughts loomed in my head as I drifted to sleep.
It was 9pm when the knocking started. First light tapping, then a loud banging. I was hoping ny adopted parents would go see who was making that noise, or what was making that noise. They seemed to ignore that noise as well as they ignore Max and I. Speaking of max, he didn't wake up either. I was the only one that could hear the constant pounding that sounded like a cannon. It got faster and louder. My head throbbed to the rhythm of the thrashing of my door.
I stumbled downstairs and looked down the dark hallway which seemed to become longer with every step. I could feel every hot heave scrape the inside of my chest. My vision was hazy and my head was pounding. My heart beat was irregular and it felt like it wasn't beating fast enough.
When I reached the door after what felt like hours I reached for the knob. It was cold and ridged on my hand. I tried to turn it but it wouldn't budge. All of the sudden, a sharp pain shot through my head like a bullet. I couldn't stand. I staggered to the couch and collapsed in a heap.
I couldn't sleep. The night trapsed on forever. I have no idea what the hour was but the darkness lingered. No light shone. It was almost like the sun quit. My head was numb and my thoughts were blank. I couldn't breathe. I just didn't feel. I couldn't move or see or hear anything. I was practically dead. My stomach moaned its needy moan and my mouth went dry. I couldn't do anything.
I don't know what's happening to me but I do know that if I die now it'd be better than suffering.
I heard footsteps down the stairs. A sweet smell excited my senses and a looming hunger overwhelmed my control. I began shaking like some sort of raging animal. I wanted out of this cold cage my thoughts were trapped in. I don't know what came over me. Then I heard a voice...
"Do it." It was cold and familiar. Max appeared in my field of view.
"Dooo it!" The voice got impatient. I tried to talk back but my voice was gone.
"You're hungry right?" The voice was getting louder.
I struggled to get off the couch but I only managed to move an arm. Max looked over and our eyes met. He slowly strolled over. The scent and hunger intensified and I became more and more eager.
"You okay Blank?" He whispered. I knew he was what my urges yearned for. Just a taste. No! What was I thinking? I am a human being! I'm not going to do this.
He reached out slowly to pat my head. I shook my head trying to get him away. No! Noo! Get away! I mouthed but he kept approaching. He rubbed my cheek and I could smell the metalic scent of the dried blood under his bandaged finger. Oh the smell was heavenly. What was happening?! Was I crazy? No.
I moved my head and licked his finger. "Mmhmm" I slurred.
He looked at me shocked. He backed away and rushed upstairs. I tried to call for him but he was gone. I felt stronger. The voice was gone and my head was cleared. I checked the clock. 10:00. The night was still so young. It felt like hours.
