Post by avalicious on Oct 7, 2012 10:54:02 GMT -5
<i>The whispers grew louder and more frantic as I searched for an exit. The foreign feeling of claustrophobia set in, effectively forcing me to hyperventilate. sliding my hand along the wall, I was silently hoping for some sort of hidden claymation-style trap door.
My chest heaved up and down as I felt my eyes prickle with worried tears, a dry sob leaking from between the dry heat of my cracked lips.
I forced my feet one after the other in a hurried run, my knees shaking.
Where <b> am </b> I?
I stopped running as my hand began to sting. I yanked it from the wall, examining the damage. A single drop of blood slithered down my arm, pooling on the floor as it dripped off of me. </i>
I woke up startled, frightened, and disheveled. My head whipped in all directions as I wiped off the warm sweat drops sliding down my forehead. I gasped, desperate for air. My eyes fluttered as they tried to get a grip on the atmosphere.
I just closed my eyes for a second, trying to rid myself of the fright.
I absentmindedly swung my legs over the white sheets, stretching my hands in front of me, paying close attention to the foliage around me.
Still slightly shaken from the nightmare, I trekked out of the white room, curious as to where I was exactly. The previous day’s occurances came flooding back to me, and I reached for my bandaged wrists., without thought. I winced at the sharp, dull pain that oozed from my hand.
I heard distinguished, muffled noises coming from the bathroom, as I rounded the corner. I curiously walked over to it, simply opening the door to the bathroom. The same bathroom that I had attempted to kill myself in last night.
My eyes widened as I saw the bathroom. I honestly do not know what I had been expecting. Perhaps something a little bit more… PG rated? Not a pantlessZayn and a topless Skipper making out on the countertop. Her legs were wrapped around his body as their teeth audibly clashed together. It made even I wince.
The most scholarly thing to do would have been to awkwardly back out of the room. Pretend that the encounter had never occurred. But I had to go and speak up, as usual.
“Y-you’re not here,” I croaked, my voice still rough from having just awoken from my slumber.
They suddenly ripped from each other’s faces, Zayn hitting the shower door and Skipper hitting her head on the mirror.
“J-Jeyda,” Skipper began, an awkward smile crossing her features.
“Stop. You. Aren’t. Here.” I argued, closing my eyes to make sure I was right. None of them are here. But it isn’t as if there is a minor separation in what is real and what isn’t. It’s all the same, really. If that makes any sense whatsoever. What’s fake is just my imagination. My imagination is a projection of what I assume goes on around me. Right?
“What do you mean?” Skipper asked, slipping her T-shirt over her head as Zayn began to pull his pants back up. “I mean, you’re just part of my imagination. A delusion. Why are you even here?” I asked, my chest moving faster than usual.
“Stop it, Jeyda. Don’t try to act all tough now. You’re weak.” Talia said.
Only this time, when Talia spoke, she wasn’t in my head. She was <i> outside of my body. </i> The white walls of the bathroom at been painted blood red, and Skipper and Zayn were replaced with a young girl with blonde hair. She had bright blue eyes, and their were dark circles under them, as if she hadn’t slept in years.
I suddenly felt the need to convulse when I saw her, my body hurtling over to the toilet.
My hair was stuck to my face as tears began to fall from the pain of vomiting.
“You’ll never be strong, like I am, Jeyda. You will always be nothing more than a coward.” She whispered into my ear as the tears flew from my eyes.
I squeezed my eyes shut, disallowing the tears to cascade down my powdery white face.
“No. You’re not your own person, Talia. You’re me.” I said, my hands tightly gripping the sides of the sink.
My knees shook as I stood, trying to stay planted on the ground. My abdomen shook as I looked at Talia.
“Look at you. You’re pathetic.” She hissed, her jaw tensed.
My chest heaved up and down as I felt my eyes prickle with worried tears, a dry sob leaking from between the dry heat of my cracked lips.
I forced my feet one after the other in a hurried run, my knees shaking.
Where <b> am </b> I?
I stopped running as my hand began to sting. I yanked it from the wall, examining the damage. A single drop of blood slithered down my arm, pooling on the floor as it dripped off of me. </i>
I woke up startled, frightened, and disheveled. My head whipped in all directions as I wiped off the warm sweat drops sliding down my forehead. I gasped, desperate for air. My eyes fluttered as they tried to get a grip on the atmosphere.
I just closed my eyes for a second, trying to rid myself of the fright.
I absentmindedly swung my legs over the white sheets, stretching my hands in front of me, paying close attention to the foliage around me.
Still slightly shaken from the nightmare, I trekked out of the white room, curious as to where I was exactly. The previous day’s occurances came flooding back to me, and I reached for my bandaged wrists., without thought. I winced at the sharp, dull pain that oozed from my hand.
I heard distinguished, muffled noises coming from the bathroom, as I rounded the corner. I curiously walked over to it, simply opening the door to the bathroom. The same bathroom that I had attempted to kill myself in last night.
My eyes widened as I saw the bathroom. I honestly do not know what I had been expecting. Perhaps something a little bit more… PG rated? Not a pantlessZayn and a topless Skipper making out on the countertop. Her legs were wrapped around his body as their teeth audibly clashed together. It made even I wince.
The most scholarly thing to do would have been to awkwardly back out of the room. Pretend that the encounter had never occurred. But I had to go and speak up, as usual.
“Y-you’re not here,” I croaked, my voice still rough from having just awoken from my slumber.
They suddenly ripped from each other’s faces, Zayn hitting the shower door and Skipper hitting her head on the mirror.
“J-Jeyda,” Skipper began, an awkward smile crossing her features.
“Stop. You. Aren’t. Here.” I argued, closing my eyes to make sure I was right. None of them are here. But it isn’t as if there is a minor separation in what is real and what isn’t. It’s all the same, really. If that makes any sense whatsoever. What’s fake is just my imagination. My imagination is a projection of what I assume goes on around me. Right?
“What do you mean?” Skipper asked, slipping her T-shirt over her head as Zayn began to pull his pants back up. “I mean, you’re just part of my imagination. A delusion. Why are you even here?” I asked, my chest moving faster than usual.
“Stop it, Jeyda. Don’t try to act all tough now. You’re weak.” Talia said.
Only this time, when Talia spoke, she wasn’t in my head. She was <i> outside of my body. </i> The white walls of the bathroom at been painted blood red, and Skipper and Zayn were replaced with a young girl with blonde hair. She had bright blue eyes, and their were dark circles under them, as if she hadn’t slept in years.
I suddenly felt the need to convulse when I saw her, my body hurtling over to the toilet.
My hair was stuck to my face as tears began to fall from the pain of vomiting.
“You’ll never be strong, like I am, Jeyda. You will always be nothing more than a coward.” She whispered into my ear as the tears flew from my eyes.
I squeezed my eyes shut, disallowing the tears to cascade down my powdery white face.
“No. You’re not your own person, Talia. You’re me.” I said, my hands tightly gripping the sides of the sink.
My knees shook as I stood, trying to stay planted on the ground. My abdomen shook as I looked at Talia.
“Look at you. You’re pathetic.” She hissed, her jaw tensed.
