I wake up in my room, I feel sweat dripping down my forehead, I feel a wetness in my bed. I realized I just wet myself and I feel disgusting, I go to my dresser and grab a pair of grey leggings and a blue tank top with a pair of black underwear and a black bra. I grab my other toiletries like my toothbrush and such. I quickly hurry to the washroom, when I get there I lock the door, it's a private stall, I quickly take off my pajamas and then I look into the mirror at my naked body. I just stare into the mirror, examining my frail body and I think how disgusting I've become. I touch the mirror with my hand lightly and just smile a little.
"What on earth have I become?" I ask myself unsure exactly who I am. I back away from the mirror and put my clothes on slowly, wondering about what my future holds, now that I know I'm a murderer. A murderer of my own flash and blood, I killed my brother. I grab the brush from the counter and brush my hair with rough strokes, I like the pain; no I deserve the pain. When I'm done, I look at myself in the mirror once more and tie my hair into a ponytail. I grab my dirty clothes and grab the door handle, when I open it I'm shoved back in once again. Jacob has me pinned up against the wall, he has his hand over my mouth, I don't try to scream.
"What did you say, you fucking slut!" He asks me angrily, his voice is rough and shaky. He lifts his hand a little away from my mouth so I can speak.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him, afraid of what he might do. He slaps me across my face, hard. I let out a squeal and he puts his hand back on my mouth.
"don't you dare lie to me now Alice, I'm not in the mood for your childish games!" Jacob yells at me and I cringe as I look into his eyes filled with hatred, he's scaring me.
"I'm not lying," I say quietly, he grabs me by my shirt and throws me to the floor, hard. He opens the bathroom door then slams it shut as I watch him leave, I sit up a little bit, pushing my body up with my arms. I slowly stand up and when I do, I look into the mirror once again. I see my puffy tear filled eyes, my pale, pasty skin. I see my messy brown hair, I realize I look like a mess, I see my hair binder on the floor, so I bend down to get it. I pick the light, black thing up and place it back into my hair. I practice smiling for a bit, because I can't let anyone see me cry. If I let them see me cry, who knows what they'd do to me, they'd think I was weak. I grab my wet clothes once again and I hesitate turning the door handle, but I soon get the courage and open the door slowly. I look out of it, searching both ways to make sure no one bad is lurking around. I regain my posture and start walking down the long, white hallway, I see Jackie and approach her. "Jackie?" I ask lightly. She turns around and looks at me, while I look at the white, polished floors.
"What is it honey?" she asks me, I shove my clothes forward and look down ashamed. "You wet yourself?" She asks me and I nod my head.
"Yeah," I say with an upset tone.
"It's no big deal, we should go get your sheets as well," Jackie tells me with a smile then walks in front of me, I follow. She walks down the long hallways as I stare down at the floor as I'm trapped with all my thoughts. Finally we reach my room, Jackie grabs the sheets from my bed. "See no big deal, now let's get these washed up," Jackie says with a happy smile.
"Okay," I say a bit coldly.
"Are you okay?" Jackie asks me and I look up, glaring at her.
"I don't remember," I say in a hiss. She looks at me a bit funny, like she doesn't understand what I just said.
"What do you mean?" She asks me confused.
"I don't remember what happened," I say angry and she shakes her head.
"You just fainted Alice," Jackie says and walks towards me, I back up, I don't trust her.
"What else?" I ask in a defensive tone, her eyes go wide like I've shocked her.
"You just started to scream and moan and just cry-"
"What did I say?" I ask her as I make fists with my hands and claw into my palms.
"You said you were scared, that someone was hurting you," She explains calmly as she gestures with her hands to calm down.
"Who?" I ask terrified that I've told Jacobs secret, he warned to never tell what happens in our sessions or he'd kill me.
"You didn't specify, I assumed you meant Elijah, or maybe you think di-"
"Yes, that's it!" I cut her off, as my body shakes, I can't let her find out the truth, if anyone found out what Jacob and I have done, I have no idea what would happen.
"Alice, are you sure?" Jackie asks in an uncertain tone, I shake my head yes with a fake smile.
"Yes everything's fine," I say through gritted teeth as I feel blood and sweat covering my palm.
"Okay... well I'll go wash these for you," Jackie says with a concerned voice, then leaves with my sheets and clothes, I hurry over to the door and shut it rapidly, I then slide down to the floor with my back towards the door. I start to bite my nails and look around the room, trying to slow my breathing that has become rapid. My mind becomes numb and my vision blurry and I try to beg myself to stay in reality, but my body doesn't let me. Soon I wake up in my twisted, fucked up, wonderland.
YOU ARE READING
Finding sanity
Horror"Home is the place where you feel the most safe my dear," he tells me with that little smile that makes me wanna punch him in the face. "How could I ever feel safe here?" I ask him rolling my eyes. "Because no one here will ever hurt you my dear,"...
