{(Ending 1)}
"God..." I muttered, sitting up and watching as the room span around in circles yet again. "My head..." It took a bit longer for my vision to focus this time. The walls were no longer covered in what looked like Walters art project gone awry; instead, they were covered in dull white wallpaper, exactly like in my room. My torso was wrapped with bandages, and all the other minor cuts had little band-aids with pictures of the funny red enscripture on my wall.
Wait a sec... where was Walter?
Okay, don't get to thinking that I missed him or something like that, but I needed to know if he was still here... Like waiting in my shower... Ew.
So the bathroom was the first place I checked. Other than the grime, the gigantic hole that was literally growling at me and the few gallons of blood here and there, it looked pretty normal; nothing in the shower but a few illegible words written on the tile. Then I checked my living room and kitchen and such, but still found nothing. I even saw Eileen through the little peep hole; she was getting dressed, so I watched a little longer- you know, just to make sure she wasn't going to get shanked by her little pink bunny rabbit or something.
My brain hurt.
"Holy hell... did I dream all of that stuff up?"
The evidence was kind of incriminating.
Room no longer decorated with Walters imagination, Eileen back in her room and not dead, no Walter attempting to cut me into meat chunks; yeah, it seemed like it was a horrible little nightmare. With that little piece of relief satisfying me, I began to walk back to my room.
Then I heard something heavy slam against the door. Probably Richard or something. Why didn't they understand that there were twenty billion locks and chains on my wall?
I confidently walked over to it and looked though the peep hole, only to scream like a little pansy and almost fall over in shock when I saw who it was.
It was me.
"What the hell?!" I screamed and looked though it again.
I could tell it was me because of the suave, collared shirt and the sexy side swept bangs, but a huge chunk of my face was missing. Outside me looked like one of those damn ghosts.
"Don't go into your room...
Don't go into your room...
Don't go into your room...."
Other me kept repeating that over and over and over.
"Why shouldn't I go in my room?"
"Don't go into your room...."
"Why?"
"Don't go into your room...."
"Why?"
I guess he got fed up with me and left, 'cause when I blinked he wasn't there any more. Just trying to ask an innocent question, god. Maybe he had some mental problems or something.
Other me was probably wrong anyway. There wasn't anything in my room; I checked, ya' know. But, curiousity getting the best of me, I walked back into it...
And found nothing, yet again.
What a good day.
Laying back on my bed and staring at the ceiling, I daydreamed of Eileen. Oh, and how to get out of my apartment, too, but mostly Eileen.
My eyes closed and I just kind of drifted away for a moment. I felt something prod my leg, but I assumed it was all just part of my thoughts.
But the Walter-esq laugh that I heard wasn't my thoughts.
My eyes sprung open.
"Come on, Henry!" Walters voice screamed. So I had to assume that it was his arm coming up from the very depths of under my bed and that it was his hand that was clasped over my ankle. "I told you, you'll never run away! Mine forever!"
I hit the floor with a thump and began to slide under the bed. Walter began laughing again.
"Damn."
...
"And that's how I ended up here."
The portly man infront of me began to pace back and forth.
"So... You're stuck here with me?"
"As far as I know."
His lips started to turn up into a smirk.
"You know, I haven't eaten in a while."
"Aw, fuck."