I opened my eyes to find Alex staring down at me.
“You hit your head pretty hard Sky, you okay?”
It took me a moment to process what the hell had just happened.
Shower…dripping noise…finger…bloody…passed out.
I pushed passed my immediate urge to scream at the top of my lungs, and instead I rather calmly looked my brother in the eyes, desperately trying to comprehend everything that was going on all at once and keep my dwindling composure.
“Is my finger okay?”
He looked at me like I was from outer space, and then just…laughed.
Yeah, that’s right, he laughed at me because I was concerned about my hemorrhaging index finger! What the hell?
“Your finger? That’s what you’re worried about? You must’ve hit your head a lot harder than I thought,” He paused to smile at me, “you need some sleep or something Skylar?”
That’s when I looked down and noticed it…my finger was completely fine, no blood, or no cut, no scab, no…anything.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with it.
The first thing that I began to question was my sanity, then the sanity of those around me.
This couldn’t be happening.
I didn’t even remembering falling, or anything until after my finger started bleeding which meant even if I did hit my head I would have had some type of psychotic hallucination anyway.
This was just great…fucking great…I was losing my mind.
“No. Alex, just…just stay with me for a while, okay? “
I didn’t want to have to tell him that I was afraid to be alone; afraid of my room, my window, this town, my mind, and anything that seemed to cast a shadow big enough to hurt or consume me.
It’s a hard to admit when you’re scared, in fact that can be scarier than the actual things you’re afraid of. I took pride in how composed I always seemed, even when the sky was falling down around me, and on the inside I was crying at the top of my lungs for someone to save me, or at least understand. I always seemed okay.
That’s one thing you realize as you go through life.
No matter how much you scream, and shout for someone to save you like people always do in movies, you have to learn to save yourself and your tears because reality is so much colder, and nothing at all like a romantic comedy.
Which, to be totally honest, is a horribly painful thing to accept at times when you’re a teenage girl; you basically have to let logic dilute your natural impulses and drown out a lot of different emotions.
“Okay, um, are you sure? Usually you kick me out of your room not ask me to stay.”
“I’m positive.” I smiled at my older brother kind of timidly, and he smiled back, it was rare when we had nice moments like this, moments where we weren’t screaming at each other, or teasing each other, or trying to kill each other.
I liked them a lot, they were rather consoling.
“So how you liking the house?”
I hated it, it sucked, it was creepy, and it smelt like glue.
“It’s okay. What about you, how do you like it?”
“Eh…it’s not Queens, that’s for sure, or Harvard,” He scratched the back of his neck nervously as he carefully avoided my gaze, “but I know it’ll get better, everything always works out for us.”
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The Doorway
HorrorGripped with emotion, horror, and selfish desire, 'The Doorway' tells a dark tale of out running the cruel fate before you. Skylar Moore's destiny was decided for her in another life, when she was another person, but will she die just as she did the...
