Who Needs a Body When You're Already Dead?

Chapter 3

I arrived home and parked in my usual spot. I grabbed my bag and walked slowly towards the house. The dream was still on my mind. I didn’t understand why I had it. I walked into the house.

My mom greeted me with her usual ‘oh honey, how was your day?’ speeches. I answered her annoying questions and went up to my room. I set my bag in the corner and picked up my acoustic guitar. I strummed a few chord progressions.

I was your basic indie rocker by visual appearance. I wore v-neck t-shirts and boot cut jeans. I wore skater shoes with the black ankle socks. Also in my clothing attire there are hoodies with black fake fur on the inside. I am who I am.

I finished up the song that I was playing and set my guitar against my bed. My eyes fixed themselves on my mirror that was hanging on my door. There was something strangely odd about my reflection. I stood up and walked over to it.

My eyes stared back into mine. Wait… these weren’t my eyes. They weren’t blue. These eyes were black, a deep dark full of nothing black. I blinked and rubbed my eyes and looked again.

Blue.

What was happening to me? I sat on my bed and took a deep breath. Something had to have been wrong. I thought about my dream. It was so real to me. It couldn’t have been a dream but that just doesn’t make since. If I ended up in the hospital then how the hell did I wake up in my girlfriends arms on her couch?

I looked back into the mirror. My reflection wasn’t there at all this time. Just a blank mirror with an indent in the corner of the bed where I am sitting. I waved my arms around and still nothing.

Slowly, a figure faded into view. It was menacing, dark, and creepy. The glow of purple eyes looked back at me. I shuddered and cringed back, crawling backwards on my bed. The creature thing followed my movements.

A deep voice rumbled through my head, “we are one”.

I gasped and grabbed my temples as a surging pain shot through my head. I groaned and curled up into a ball. Once again I ask; what was wrong with me?

I slowly recovered and looked around.

“Who are you?” I mumbled.

“You,” the deep voice answered, but this time, no pain followed.

I asked many other questions. No answers came. No pain, and some what comforting, my reflection was back to normal. I sighed and laid back into my pillows. This has been on crazy day. I don’t even remember what happened before I supposedly fell asleep on Savanna.

Fuck my life didn’t begin to cover this situation. This was beyond the fucking of one’s life. This was more like having to sit through another cooking show with your mother. That’s what this feels like. Yeah, this just flat out sucked.

I took another look at my reflection. Normal. I nodded and exited my room. I slowly walked down the stairs and got into the fridge.

Apple Juice: Pass.

Orange Juice: Nope.

Milk: Ape neigh.

Coconut Milk: Win.

I poured myself a glass and let the smooth tasty liquid run down my throat. At first I thought this stuff was gross as hell, but after the third glass it became my addiction. Crazy how that kind works, but that’s life for you. As soon as one gets used to something they are inseparable. Well, not really but that’s how it is for me.

I made my way back to my room, homework time. I pulled out my laptop and brought up some websites to help me on my paper for History class. I doubt my summery would have been approved: This long time dead and decayed person was famous for being the first president. I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to fly to well.

About halfway through my eyes started to grow heavy. My head nodded and I slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber…

Until I started dreaming…