The Curse of Undying

Hangover.

"Aaaaaah" I slowly open my eyes. what a beautiful day it is! Everything is bright! The snowstorm from yesterday has blown over us. Now, the sunshine reflects from the gleaming white snow! Every morning in the winter, I look outside, to see the perfection of the morning white. The blankness. Without it's many footprints. I look out, and I see. Someone has already drawn all over my beautiful paper, they poured red coloring on the snow to make some kind of artwork, I can't figure out what though.....A parrot with a beanie? I don't know. I clop down the stairs in my usual manner. Sleepy, like I'm having a hangover or something. Oh man, my head really hurts. I really hope Marvin didn't take me to the bar or whatever crap he did to me yesterday. ooh my god. I actually feel like throwing up. Heck, what HAPPENED yesterday? I only remember ordering pancakes for today's breakfast.

Pancakes.... yes, that'll help my hangover. Ho yeah, pancakes!

There are no pancakes. 

What? I thought I ordered pancakes yesterday?Maybe I fell asleep and my dad just didn't want to bother because of my hangover? Well then he'd at least leave his hangover miracle drink that he leaves there when a get out.

Seriously. I am about to have a tantrum. WHERE ARE MY PANCAKES GODDAMNIT

UUUUUUUGH, I drag myself to the kitchen, where I find nothing. Everything was actually the same from yesterday's Lunch. Like, In fact. I can see the starts of YESTERDAYS dinner! what? My dad is usually On point with his schedule! What happened?! I am seriously questioning the happenings of yesterday. I'm gonna go take a walk. That'll calm this stupid hangover. And I will literally take DOWN Marvin for whatever he did to me yesterday. Truth or dare maybe? He might've exposed my inner secrets to the group? huh. Well, if he showed everybody about the secret of my-

"NYRRRAAAAAAAAGH!" huff huff huff huff. Breath. BREATH.  What was that?!

Stooped over, I try to analyze the shock of mental pain I just went through. It was kinda like.....I had a really sensational feeling. I wanted to run away for some reason? Why would I want to run away? Stupid hangover. Actually, do hangovers make you feel mentally broken? I don't think so. What in the WORLD. What kinda Liquor did Marvin feed me? holy crap. Marvin has always been that one party animal. Life of the party though? Nah, More like life without wine is a life wasted to him. I've always been the orderly one. I'm only friends with him because he's super nice and introduced me to all his friends. And we were the same level with swords. So, we always chose each other for a fencing partner.

While stooping down, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Hill's family picture. huh. That's strange I go to pick it up, and I see a gold nail. Probably from Mr. Leroy's prized collection. He never drops those things! And up ahead, is that the jewel necklace from Chloe's mom? Chloe was always a rich family. Pffft. I pick it up, maybe her mom won't hate me when I give this back. I follow I trail of lost things. photos of family, little dolls, action figures, handkerchiefs, I would return them to their respective family's. I would be the hero of the town!

You lie even to yourself.

URGH. Woah, what the HELL was that?! I start jogging faster, picking up different possessions of different family's. All of which I know. Suddenly. What is that? A drop of that coloring stuff they used to color the snow. It's the same texture, and the same color. Same saturation and brightness. Though, red is a fierce color to be using on the quiet snow. I've always liked the calming containment of the snow blanket. Ahh, I could sit here all day-

He was never your friend.

"AAAh!" I actually hurt. My mind is killing me. what the heck(?)

I'm running faster now. Faster and faster, my mind is saying all kinds of weird crap.

he was never your helper.

"WHO?!" Who is this guy?! Who are we talking about!

Now, you either RUN

There it is again. An urge to run. Why should I run? I bet it's super early. I didn't check the time. Everybody is probably sleeping. yeah. 

Or Kill them all.

I slow to a stop. wait what? Kill who? Is this something I heard someone say to another guy? Something so big it's piercing through my hangover? This is important! I turn on my heels, ready to wake everyone up.

Liar. You lie even to yourself.

I stop. Something is not right. That color. The coloring on the snow. It's......it might be a coincidence but...Last time I checked...does that.....look like...dry blood?!

"C'mon, Psssh" Can't be. Any minute, Chloe is gonna pop out and go , "Ha! Your such a loser. Scared of blood?" Well. I'm not. So, I'm gonna keep walking. That's probably not blood. Mind, crazy part at least, tell me I'm lying to myself?

...

It's not blood. It can't be!

Liar. You lie even to yourself.

"...Stop repeating that!" This must be a hangover effect. I'm hallucinating. Although, it's scaring me. Because I feel....fine? No. Hangover.

I follow the trail of FAKE blood speckles. but, the blood, The FAKE blood I mean, it's....getting more frequent. Not just a speckle anymore. A trail, a splatter, a-

MOUNTAIN.

No. No. No. No. I have to run run run. GO! That wasn't real, I don't care if Chloe pops out. That was mentally scarring. My mind was already being weird. Now it's, it's....it's....fine. I stop. It recognizes....that horrid pile. Of bloody people. the town people, they're all piled up. In an actually neat pile. But that might actually make it more terrifying, it's like the killer took the time to rearrange clothes! Just....Dead people! I'm running again. Just in the opposite direction, it can't be a Chloe prank. Because I saw Chloe. She's in there. eyes rolled back. Mouth hanging open. What in the world. I'm running past the pile. They seem to be looking at me! The way they're looking at me sort of. It makes me feel like I did this to them. But I didn't. I didn't do it! I didn't do-

Liar. You lie even to yourself

So it isn't a hangover. it can't be. why? Cause I see him. I never went to the bar-

Liar.

Fine. Maybe I did go to the bar. Did a take a drink? I took a drink maybe?

Liar.

 Brains being helpful! So, I didn't take a drink. I did not play truth or dare(?)

Liar.

So I did play truth or dare. Unwillingly?

Liar.

So... I did it willingly. But this isn't a hangover. Cause I never took a drink. I never got drunk. And It couldn't have been Marvin. Cause he's dead. Laying right there. In front of me. What happened?!

I'm backing away. Backing away. go. go. GO. GO!

Running through the empty streets. I finally decide to look up. The sun's is almost to midway. It's been at least 8 in the morning for a long while. No. No way. They're all dead. Now that I saw that, the streets seem empty. ghost like. The parrot in a beanie. I see it now. It's footprints. Or dragged around footprints at least.  And Now that I'm up close. I do the one thing I can do to reassure the impossible. I look at the bottom of my shoe. And I look at the footprint. They're the same. My shoe even has some dried up blood. What have I done?

Running in, I clop up the stairs, unlike this morning, I'm completely shocked up and awake. I smash onto the bed. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH" How did this happen? HOW!

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