Running was the last thing I wanted to do. My body was aching, feet sore and my head was pounding like it was going to explode any time soon. I wanted to stop but something gave me the urge to continue. Whatever that 'something' was, I already hated it. This was torture. Torture meaning this is the first time I have felt of complete pain, struggle and grief - for myself (which didn't made sense) - all at the same time, and it could get worse, much worse.
I've been doing this non-stop, but why was I running even? I tried to look behind me and hoped that there was no one chasing after me just so I could have a reason to stop, but I couldn't turn my head. Every time I try, something keeps me from doing so .It was irritating and disappointing not being able to do what you want.
The woods looked darker even though it was still noon. I darted from tree to tree my eyes starting to get blurry. If there was someone following me there'd be footsteps and I hear nothing. Nothing at all, I now have a reason to stop but I still did not.
'You're wasting your time, stop thinking and start looking.' there was no one around; the voice must've been inside my head. But why would it say that. What was I going to look for?
Then I stopped somewhere in the middle of the woods. There were people lying there on the ground, eyes open stinging with fear. Mouths opened and necks filled with blood. I thought every part of my body would feel weak and would break down in front of all these dead bodies. But no, I felt strength and power. All the pain that coursed through my body slowly dissipated. And I felt in control again.
''Ready for the next round?'' I saw a young but dauntless figure pace towards my direction, the figure was a he and for some reason I thought I knew him. I couldn't see his face because the sunlight was shining too brightly covering his features, but I could feel him smirking.
''But I'm tired, and I killed plenty enough already.'' I raised my hand trying to cover the sunlight that was almost blinding. I didn't understand anything that I just said. I didn't kill anyone, when I came here everybody was already left lifeless. Then I saw my hand, it was covered with red - almost brown - liquid that was quickly drying up. It was blood, not mine but the dead bodies.
''Fine, but the next lesson you're going to learn is how to make people do what you want them to'' in less than a second he was already in front of me. His brown eyes piercing into mine. '' Lick all the blood off your hands'' he looked down at my clothes and back at my eyes '' Go home and shower. Meet me at the bar. We'll start tonight."
I inhaled a considerable amount of oxygen as I opened my eyes from a restless sleep like I came back from the dead. I was covered in sweat, every inch of my body wet. Sitting down, I looked at the clock standing by my bedside table saying it was 2:17 in the morning. Not even a ray of sunlight coming out from the window.
I stood up and noticed that I was only in my undergarments. I hastily snatched an oversized shirt from my closet and used it to cover up my body. The shirt was long enough to cover most of the upper part of my thighs but I didn't mind, I was too tired to think straight. And thinking about the dream would just make it worse. They say that dreams sometimes give hints on what's going to happen on your day and I wasn't planning on killing anyone.
The bathroom door was open and even in the darkness I could see my reflection. I still had a tad bit of makeup and I looked horrible. My mouth was dry and so was my throat. I dragged myself, half- awake to the kitchen. By the time I got there I started drinking all the available water inside the fridge but I couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't water that I needed.
In my periphery I saw a shadow walking towards the kitchen. I craned my neck to the side to see who it was. Who could be awake at 2 in the morning?
"You hungry?" it was mom; she must've heard noises that I wasn't aware of.
"Thirsty" I replied.
She just smiled at me "Wait at the living room, I'm gonna make you something."
"What time did I get home?" I asked. I didn't remember taking off my clothes and crashing on my bed or even entering the house. " I was just about to go to sleep when you got home and when you stepped inside the house you walked straight to your room without saying a word." I probably seen too much things last night or maybe I was just imagining things, either way I didn't want to talk about it. I only nodded in reply and marched towards the living room.
I sat down and stared at the coffee table. I couldn't help but think about the dream. The dream that I just had was…I couldn't even describe, it was scary and terrifying but completely satisfying at the same time. I didn't even know how at any point it was satisfying. But there was something in it that brings chills up my spine. It was the brown eyes, it was exceedingly familiar. I tried to figure out on whose it was but couldn't get to remember anything.
After a few minutes, my mother finally came with a glass filled with red liquid and handed it to me. The same drink that she gives me every night, she tricked me into drinking it when I was 10 saying that it was filled with fluids that made me stronger but of course now I knew better. It's the taste that makes me drink it. I smiled at my mom, and took the glass from her and quickly consumed the whole glass in continuous gulps. Saying that its taste makes you want to not stop drinking is an understatement. It wasn't an obsession or anything; it was more of a need.
Playing video games with my brother was the only thing that made me forget about the horrid dream or the ball last night. I slept for a few hours just after I finished my drink and finally had a dreamless sleep. I woke up , ate and showered , nothing extraordinary. I was winning the game that I just discovered minutes ago. Then there was a knock on the door. I looked at my brother giving him a go-get-the-fucking-door look and he replied with a look more intense than mine. That's how we communicate, just the face. I gave a loud sigh and opened the door.
"Alex. What are you doing here?" it wasn't that he wasn't welcome; he just doesn't visit on mornings. "I was bored so I decided to drive around town and happened to pass by this house and thought 'hey maybe I could ask Gia to go to the grill or something, I won't be bored then.' "He made these weird hand gestures as he spoke and smiled as he finished." Were you really bored or you just want to go to the grill?" he always visited the grill, it was his favorite place. He gave this annoying but cute laugh which only meant that I got him. "Get inside Mr. Quinn and make yourself feel at home. I'll just go get dressed."
We headed to the living room just to find the controllers lying on the sofa, pillows discarded on the floor and bits of food wrappers in every corner of the room, my brother nowhere in sight. It was weird though, every time that someone visits he just disappears. I don't take my brother as the shy type but I guess he was. I cleaned up the whole room in a flash with the help of Alex of course. I was slightly embarrassed about the mess and how he tried to help clean things up when he didn't even live in this house.
"Sorry about the mess. We're not usually like this and by we I mean my mom and me, it's my brother…." he cut me off "It's okay, go get ready. I'll take care of your brother if and when I actually see him. I'll stay here and watch some TV." I gave a little smirk as I turned around and walked up the stairs.
Once I reached the door to my room I took my hand out and turned the doorknob just to find it locked. It must be where my brother's hiding, I didn't want to disturb him but then I desperately needed to get dressed. I'd just have get the key I thought, so I started walking to my mother's room where the keys were placed. There was a creaking sound behind me, like a door being opened. I stopped and looked behind me to see that the door to my room was widely ajar. I feel the hairs behind my neck rise. I wanted to run down the stairs and act like everything was perfectly fine.
The stairs was farthest from where I was standing and unfortunately was nearest to my room. But I don't have to run, do I? I remember my dream and I don't particularly want it to happen, although me killing people still doesn't make any sense at least it's worth a try. I just have to walk inside my room and find my brother sitting on the bed playing with his phone. At least it was what I was hoping to see.
Few more steps, this was just like last night I told myself. Last night I tried to escape a crime, and now I'm entering a scene that I hope is much more less than that. I entered the room to find no one, the bathroom was empty, the closets and every inch of the room were occupied by my things and nothing more. I gave a sigh of relief and spun around.
"Morning" he was supposed to be dead or I maybe I thought he was.
Author's Note: You guys already know who he is obviously:) . I'm sorry if this chapter took longer than the other ones, I wasn't in the mood to write and summer's starting to end:( . I can't promise another chapter for the next few weeks because classes start on June. I'll try my best to update and hopefully you guys could read them. Go review /comment/suggest they'd be appreciated. :D
And one of the reasons this took longer was because of the feels I got from the season finale. I just can't wait for the next season!