In My Head

3

I shut the door behind me, sighing. "Eli?" I hear my mom call. "I'm home," I say as I start for my room. I'm halfway up the stairs when she peeks around the corner. "Honey, I think we need to talk." She says as she gestures for me.

I go back down the stairs, towards the living room. She grabs my hand and sits me down on the couch. "What is it?" I ask. 

She has a look that is mixed with sadness and anxiousness. "Do you remember Trevor? Kei's dad?" She says. I nod. I wish I didn't.

"Well, we received news earlier," She looks down and rubs her thumb in circles on my hand. "Just tell me," I say, getting impatient. "They found his body this morning," She says and my heart thumps. "Okay? Is that it?" I ask. "No, they found his body dismembered. His organs were scattered all over the house and his head was stuck on their fire mantel." She says, looking at me for a reaction.

"Wow," I say. Who could've done this? Did anyone have a grudge? Was it just blood-cold murder? I stand up. "If that's all, I hated that guy. He had it coming." I say. She sighs.

I walk up to my room, slightly shocked at this. I enter my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I throw my backpack in the corner and flop onto my bed. Good riddance.

My eyes start to droop. I feel myself start to slip into sweet nothingness. I'm so tired.

**I wake up, wondering what time it is. I pick my phone up and check. 3:03a.m. I sigh. I won't be able to go back to sleep. I get up and put my shoes on. I grab a jacket and head downstairs. I open the door and step out. It's so cold.

I walk down the street, in the direction of Kei's old house. I walk slowly, trying to postpone getting to my location. It's not long before I'm standing in front of the house. I walk to the front door. This is illegal, but this is bothering me.

I try to turn the handle, but it's locked of course. I walk around the side of the house. This house is so big. The day Kei went missing, his little sister Cali was found dead in the woods. They ruled it as a suicide, grieving the death of her mother.

The only one they knew was left was Trevor. But now he's dead too. They think the whole family is dead. Even after all of that, Trevor stayed in this house.

I find the door to their basement. It's kind of like those old ones that stick up out of the ground. There's a chain with a lock on it, an attempt to keep trespassers out. I kick the lock really fast, making a lot of noise. I freeze for a second, hoping no one heard. After a few minutes, I pick the broken chain up and toss it aside.

I open the basement door. I go down the stairs carefully. It's almost like a horror movie. I take my phone out and shine the flashlight in the dark basement. Anxiety pounds through me as I try to find the way into the main living area as fast as possible.

I find it quickly, too afraid to turn around. I open the door, surprisingly it's not locked. Everything is so quiet. I take a step inside, closing the basement door behind me. I walk through the kitchen that was connected to the basement. I don't know what I'm looking for. I smell a weird smell. It smells like old blood. I look down at the floor to see bloodstains everywhere.

It looks like there was a huge struggle. Or maybe, someone was toying with him. A lot of people don't know about people with special abilities. I wonder if the government knows. I wonder who the most powerful is. In comparison to Kei, I'm extremely weak. Lucas has the ability to sense people's emotions, could that tie into when people are lying?

I hear a click. I freeze. If there are cameras in here, I'm dead meat. Worse, if the murderer is still here. My heart pounds inside my chest. I look around frantically, I want to die, but not like this. If it's a camera, I have my hood up and it's still dark.

I turn my head to the right, looking towards the living room. I turn my flashlight in the same direction. I almost scream as I see a figure standing there. My heart pounds harder, jumping into my throat. I can't move. It has it's face down, with a hood on. They start chuckling.

"What're you doing here?" It says. The voice sounds familiar. I take a step back. It slowly starts to look up at me. "You shouldn't be here." It says. Its face sends waves of anger and terror through me. "Kei?" I ask, my voice trembling. His face spreads in a grin.

"How do you know my name?" He asks. "You're the murderer?" I ask. "Murderer? I'm not a murderer." He says, his voice a bit softer. "Did you kill Trevor?" I ask. He smiles. He sits down on the couch.

"How about you sit with me?" He says, patting the couch. I hesitate. "Sit with me." He says. This isn't a question. It's a command. I walk to the couch. He smiles at me. I walk around and sit down on the couch. I distance myself enough to feel like I can get away fast enough.

He lays down on the couch casually, putting his legs across my lap. "You didn't answer me earlier." He says. I don't say anything, just fidget with my phone. He sits up, not moving his legs from my lap. "I asked a question." He says, leaning towards me.

"I don't know," I say, looking away. "Just had a feeling." His face doesn't change. "Huh, just a feeling?" He says. "Do I know you?" He asks. "You really don't remember?" I ask a little bit hurt. He shakes his head. I sigh. "It's fine. I wouldn't expect you to. I look kinda different now. I mean, it's been two years." I chuckle.

I push his legs off of me. I start to stand up. He grabs my arm. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you leave." He says, smiling again. "Did you kill Cali?" I ask. His face changes. He doesn't let go of my arm but hangs his head. "Yes. It was all my fault. I killed all of them." He says. "I'm sorry." He whispers. Tears drip from his eyes onto the blood-stained couch.

"Did you do it on purpose?" I ask, afraid of the answer. He shakes his head. "I have to go," I say, not wanting to stay any longer. I take his arm off of me and stand up. I start to walk back towards the basement.

I'm halfway there before I feel his arms wrap around me from behind. "I told you, you can't leave yet." He says disturbingly. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" I say. He chuckles. He pulls me back to the couch. He tosses me back onto the couch. "I'm not going to kill you," He says.

He sits down on my lap, his legs on either side of mine. "I'm gonna f*** with you." He says, his face only inches from mine. "Kei, no. I'm not gonna do this. This isn't you." I say, trying to push him off of me. "The last time I had fun was two years ago," He says. I remember that time.

"But I had to leave, it's what was best for him." He says. "You're wrong about that," I say. He gives me a strange look. "Listen, I'm not gonna f*** with you, so get off of me. I'll go home and you can go back to where you've been hiding." I say, attempting to push him off of me.

"Why not? You don't like me?" He says, a sad look on his face. "Kei, this isn't you. I don't want to do this." I say, wanting to go home. "Please don't leave me," He whispers to me. My heart thumps. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly. "I'm so sorry Kei, but I have to leave you," I say. It hurts.