Frightful Flash Fiction

Underwater

Every time I wake up, I see her. Her appearance never changes, she's short and young. She has long black hair, and a dark red dress. Her hair and dress are soaked, yet they don't seem to wet anything else. It's been like this for a month, I've tried just living my daily life, but this child, she constantly haunts me. She's in my nightmares, my daydreams, she doesn't leave me alone. Sometimes, when it's quiet enough, you can hear her whispering. I can never make out what she is saying. It sounds to gargled. I went on vacation last week. Hoping that the girl would stay behind, but, she didn't. She followed me. It's hard for me to go out in public. Some people think I'm crazy, always staring off into what they think is nothing. Everywhere I walk, I hear her wet feet walking on the ground. That sound, God, how I hate that sound. It makes me sick. And her eyes, don't get me started on those hellish eyes. She has big brown eyes, and she just stares at me, and I look back into them, and I can't look away for so long. I've told her to go away so many times. I've yelled, I've demanded, I've pleaded. But she won't leave me alone. I've thrown things at her but that'll only make her leave for a few seconds, and then she's back. I can't drive anymore because of her. She'll sometimes appear in the passenger seat, and other times in the middle of the road. I almost crashed because of her. I don't drive now to avoid that same situation. When I'm in my bed, she likes to stay right outside my room, and walk back and forth, making the floor creak. I can't see her because I keep the door closed, but I know it's her. I know it's her, mocking me, she's probably laughing, as I toss and turn waiting for the noise to stop. One night, she sat at the end of the bed, humming. Just humming. I tried to grab her, but she disappears before I can touch her. I remember one time, at work, she was right next to me, crying. She was crying so loudly, but no one else could hear it. I wanted to yell at her to stop, but everyone think I'm crazy. She just kept crying, at some point, I couldn't help feel like crying too. I can't do this anymore, this life is worse than anything Hell could do to me. So after I got home from my vacation, I went to my backyard. In my backyard, I had a large pool. I walked up to it, and looked behind me. The girl was there, whispering. I still couldn't tell what she was saying, but it felt like I knew exactly what she wanted. I got into the pool and lied down in the water. I then tried to let myself drown, but the human body doesn't work that way. So I tried to get up to stop myself from drowning, but I couldn't. The girl was holding me down, forcing me to stay under the water. I tried thrashing, but, to no avail. I couldn't get out, forced to drown in my own pool. I can't help but feel that this death was somewhat poetic, the girl's face over mine, as I drowned in the same spot where I drowned her.