Prologue
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This story shouldn't have ended like this.
I wonder when the clock stopped working. How did it even? Guess it didn't work properly from the beginning.
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Something is crawling the dusty blooded walls. Everything's crooked. Everything's cracked. What am I doing here? Why am I here? Where is this place? This room … is it really my room?
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Nothing's working. Not the television. Not the washing machine.
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The lights are off. It seems as if they weren't on for so long. For so long the darkness kept consuming the light in my own eyes like a leech. Just kept sucking and sucking and sucking and sucki…
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What time is it? For how long have I been in this room? When was the last time I spoke to someone ? I just see this reflection… this face in television's black screen. A man in a blue shirt, his face covered in curdled blood. There's no eyes though… he's got no eyes. Just keeps staring at me with empty sockets and he is whispering, isn't he? He's lips moving so fast I can't even recognize a word he says… and there's no voice coming out of his throat. There's only silence.
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How am I still able to hear things? Like the sound of footsteps, walking towards me. They fill my ears and I feel my eardrum's torn… a hand… a clammy hand rests on my face, absorbing all the warmness I once had in my body.
"Mother is so proud of you. " Whispers a man in my ear.
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Shh… I think I'm alone again. I'm tired. I'm so so tired. Should I sleep?
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I hear a woman cries. I blink but I see nothing. She talks in a low tone. I don't understand a word. I breath into the pitch black space surrounding me and swallow all the darkness in my lungs. I listen carefully. I try to focus.
"It shouldn't have happened." She whimpers. " Henry, what did he do to you ? "
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Loneliness.
It stabs me in the back again. I can feel the man's loneliness. Is it Henry? I remember this feeling back when I started to stare at the frozen clock handles. I'm not hungry nor thirsty. I don't see a reason to clean myself. What's the point of getting up? To be heard? Or to hear things. How? How have I dived into his soulless body? How this story ended up here?
"Heather? Say something… please… "
"How long is she going to stay like this ? "
"I don't know, she doesn't seem to move at all. "
"I think I've mistaken her with a statue. "
"Richard! This is serious!"
"I am serious. "
"Heather… can you hear me? "
I can.
Something… a hand reaches out… taking my own. It's so warm… so alive, like it's injecting life into my heard. My heart's beating. I can hear it. Slowly and calmly. Slowly and calmly. Slowly and calmly.
"Why don't you deliver Mother's message to your friends? " Rings a voice in my head.
Mother? What message ?
"You're wearing me out! Talk bitch!"
I shrug off his shouts. I'm not his doll.
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Alone again. I want to move now. I want to get out of this place. My head spins around. Maybe I need to go to sleep first. I want all the voices to go away. To be over. I want them to be gone.
"I announce her… dead. "
"Richard! Stop it!"
"Hey C'mon. Everyone need a little humor in their dull lives. "
"Heather… please answer me. " The familiar voice tries again. Again and again and again. Her voice echoes in my head. I want her to stop.
"Hurry… we gotta get outta here. "
"I don't care! I can't leave Heather behind. Not here… not with Him. "
Who is Heather?
Who is He ?
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The silence has deafen my ears.
"Curse you Heather, Talk already!"
Am I… Heather?
No… that's impossible. I should know how I am. I know I'm not Heather.
Someone's shoving me. I feel like I'm drowning.
"If you want your life back! Better start talking NOW!"
No… This story shouldn't have ended like this.
So yeah, I've read a fanfic here before about how Henry was possessed and how he saw stuffs and heard things in his possession. so I got this idea and the way I started this fanfic kinda resembles the fanfic I read before but it's not the same. As you might figure out this is Heather who is possessed and so... it's kinda different. I really like this to be more than just a one shot. Cuz I'm kinda planning to bring all the characters together in South Ashfield apartment soo... review ? Favorite? Follow?
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.