It's All In Your Head {Sequel to STCG}

Chapter 13 - Decisions, Decisions

I was right.

Oh, how right I was..

The next day, when I got home from a three hour long detention after school (I expected that — I mean, I was more than ready to stab her right there and then) I raced up to my bedroom immediately.

There was an eerie feeling as I entered my bedroom, like an unwanted presence. Like shadows lurking in the darkest corners of my room, hissing and screeching at me though there was no sound. I wanted to scream, to shout at it to leave me alone; I didn't, because I knew it was all in my head.

It's all in your head, I reassured myself soothingly. Thing was, it wasn't in my head. It was reality – no, it was a nightmare that I was living in. The moment I set eyes on my pillow I knew I was in for something bad.

I made my way towards my bed and gently brushed my fingers against the cold surface of the object. It was sleek, charcoal coloured and begging to be used. To be watched. My eyes scanned its body, coming to conclusion that it was a video tape... With important information.

The only problem I faced was: where will I be able to watch this?

I knew I had to have a video tape recorder, but who had one I could borrow? Who had those old things nowadays, considering we were in the 21st Century. We used to have one too, but we threw it away a long time ago.

"Mother knows best..." His voice came in my head again. I growled at it for a second but realised He had a point. Mother knows best.

I ran down the stairs and into the living room, where Mum was reading the newspaper. She turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

"Do we have any video tape recorders?" I asked hurriedly.

"Probably not," she replied. My heart sank deep in my chest and I felt like crying. I need to know what the video is!

"Well, can we buy one? It doesn't have to be a good one, just something cheap that we can get a refund for afterwards."

She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously and put down the newspaper, sitting up straighter.

"What do you need it for?" She asked.

"I need it for, um, just.." I coughed, trying to shield the fact I had no good answer.

"Sorry, bad throat. Anyway, I need it for school," I lied.

"Why? They expect me to dish out all my money for nothing?!" She asked angrily. I stepped back an inch.

"Well, the teacher is giving us a...  A tape! A tape to watch on it so we have to have one, and she said it'd even add a few extra marks on our grades."

"I don't believe this...," she muttered crossly.

"Fine! It's fine, I mean. She said she'll have one at school to spare anyway, plus I was joking about the grades thing. It doesn't matter – thanks anyway!"

I rushed upstairs to avoid anymore questions and sunk down on the bed. I need one, I need one, I need one..

What was on that tape? I needed to know, I must know! But there was only one way to watch it, with a tape recorder. Where could I get one? I had no money, Mum wouldn't allow it and I can't borrow one off anyone.