The Note

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The Note.

Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. That's all I heard. It's all I ever hear. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. By now I've memorized the sound, the pitch, the panic in their voice. I could practically hear the blood ooze out of the victim and I could feel the panic radiating off of them, seeping into my bones to stay there forever. To haunt me forever. To intimidate me forever. To terrorize me forever.

I woke myself up screaming, with sweat dripping down my forehead and my body. I tried to catch my breath, and calm my heaving chest. A cool breeze blows past me as I turn around and roll out of bed. I put my head in my hands and let out a deep sigh. I could faintly hear the fan blaring in the background, blocking out any noise from outside my room. Though, what I could mainly hear was the buzzing in my ears, and I could still barely hear the scream that was echoing in my head moment earlier, the scream that I still remember. The scream that I will always remember. That nightmare...something about it was off. I don't know how to explain it, but something was different about this one. Well, it was just a nightmare anyways, It's not like it matters. The only thing that was different about it was this time was that I wasn't tied up in a chair this time. That's the weird part. Most of the time, I'm always tied up.
I let out a huff of air and turn my head towards my alarm clock and read the time. 7:47 A.M.

Wow. That's the earliest that you've woken up.

Oh shut up. I don't feel like hearing you today. I'm really not in the mood.

That nightmare...something about it was off. I don't know how to explain it, but something was different. Well, it was just a nightmare anyways, It's not like it matters. The only thing that was different about it was this time was the fact that I wasn't tied up in a chair. That's the weird part. Most of the time, I'm always tied up.

I looked around the room and decided to just stay in today. Not like I have many other options anyways. I walked to the bathroom and noticed that I really need to do some spring cleaning soon. Honestly I probably won't any time soon. I then notice my reflection in the mirror and sigh. My short dirty blonde hair sat atop my head , and it was all over the place this morning. It mostly looks brown unless i'm in the sunlight. It's messy like this almost every morning though, so it's nothing new. My eyes wander around and I notice that my hair brush is missing and I sigh again. Where did I put it?

I decide to let my hair be, because I don't feel like battling with it today, so I walk around my room, attempting to find some clothes to wear for the day. My closet is full of plenty clothes that I could wear, but I don't feel like putting an outfit together. I turn around from it and walk by my dirty clothes pile. A nice red striped shirt caught my attention, so I bent down to grab it. Then I put it up to my nose and gagged. Bad idea.

Nope, definitely not wearing that.

I thought I told you to go away? Obviously I'm not going to wear it. It smells worse than our garbage can.

Next I pull out a baggy grey shirt that says 'Not today Satan' and I put it up to my nose. It kind of smelled like dirty towel, but that can be fixed with a bit of cologne. Right?

I stood up and pulled the sweatshirt over my head, and kept the sweatpants that I slept in the night before on. I know that my dad doesn't like it when I wear the same clothes over and over again, but what can he do about it? It's not like he pays attention.

After i'm done getting ready, I sit on my bed and pull out my phone, texting some of my friends. Mainly El. She's my best friend. Her full name is Elliana, but almost everyone calls her El. Most people call her other names though. Like, Loser, Clutz, Spaz, Weirdo, and other horrible names. Me and her continued texting about what we should do tomorrow for about another hour before I was drawn to the smell of eggs, bacon, and what smelled like toast and melted butter. There's only one person that I know that is up this early and making breakfast, my stepmom Liza.