twisted // colby brock

chapter one

I don't know where I am. But I can feel something's coming close to me. I see I'm surrounded by black smoke. I can't see anything but it. It feels like it's getting closer to me. I can barely breathe with it around me.

"Angel..." I hear it whisper to me.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I feel tears run down my cheeks.

"You're in danger..." It whispers to me. Louder and deeper this time.

I open my mouth, but my voice is gone.

Everything grows silent. It's too dark to see anymore.

"WAKE UP."

I jolted awake, breathing fast and deep. My skin was damp, a cold sweat sitting on my chest. I feel like I just ran a marathon. I sighed, grabbing my phone to check the time.

10:33 A.M.

Time to go to work...

I grabbed my camera that was sitting at the end of my nightstand. I flipped the screen up, turning the camera on.

"Hey what's up you guys. I literally just woke up. And guess what? I had another weird dream. Third night, or day, in a row. This was different but still fucking weird. So in it-"

I was cut off by a loud bang. I sat up quickly, glancing at my bedroom door.

"Yo, what the fuck was that noise? I swear, it sounds like something's in my kitchen right now. I live alone, so what the hell was that?" I whispered to the camera.

I slowly inched myself out of my bed. I creep over to my door, putting my hand on the door knob.

"In case I don't make it out alive, I love you guys." I muttered, pointing the camera to my face, nodding slightly.

I counted to three, and swung the door fast, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"What the fuck?!" Colby yelled, dropping the water bottle in his hand on the floor.

I sighed, annoyed. "Colby! Why are you in my house?"

He grabbed his chest, close to his heart. "Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me!"

"You scared the shit out of me!" I yelled, "Why are you in my house?"

He took a deep breath, calming himself. "I was hungry."

I rolled my eyes, pointing the camera back at me. "And this, kind viewers, is why you never give your best friend keys to your place. They'll break in, make you think you're gonna get murdered, and steal your food."

He laughed, smiling widely. "I only break in because I care... about your food."

I giggled back. "Shut the fuck up and make me breakfast."

"Yes sir." He smirked.

I shook my head and turned off the camera, placing it down on the counter. "Fuck you by the way."

"What?" He exclaimed quietly.

I smacked his arm hard. "You could have given me a fucking heart attack. I thought someone broke in."

He winced, grabbing his arm. "Why would you give me the spare key if you didn't want me coming over whenever I wanted?"

"I gave it to you in case of emergency, not to come over to eat MY food." I replied, grabbing cereal out of my cabinet and placing it in front of Colby.