The same glassy and lifeless eyes haunted you that night.
Your screams pierced seemed to pierce through the heavens as you struggled to untangle your fingers for your sister’s hair. The auburn strands only latched on tighter, crawling up your arms and bringing the bloody head towards you.
“N-NO! PLEASE STOP! GET AWAY!” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks like how rain would in a thunderstorm. The tears in your eyes only seemed to sharpen your vision rather than blur it out, allowing you to see every last gruesome detail that was hanging in your face. Blood splashed all over you in your struggle to get away, dyeing your clothes a sinister scarlet hue.
To your horror, the severed head began to turn around on its own. A wicked grin marred your dear sister’s face as she laughed. Her crimson life liquid flowed steadily from her open mouth even though the head wasn’t even attached to a pulsing heart.
“Why do you want me to go away my dear, sweet little sister?” the head said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “I thought we were going to be together forever. Wasn’t that our promise?”
You cried, unable to respond as the head came closer and closer before stopping at your ear.
“Why did you let me die (y/n)?”
You woke up gasping for hair, violent shudders racking your small frame. With the constant studying and nightmares, you found yourself barely able to eat and you grew thinner and thinner as a result. Every time you brushed through your hair, a chunk of hair would fall out so you just chose to wear a beanie all the time. Your nails were becoming brittle and your bones creaked like those of an old woman when you moved.
Looking around wildly, you realized it was only four in the morning. You put your head in your hands, attempting to calm your racing heart. For some reason the nightmares began getting worse after taking a walk that night. Perhaps it was the sight of the graveyard that upset you deeply. Whatever the case was, you wanted out. Knowing that you were not going to go back to sleep any time soon, you slipped out of your warm bed and threw on some thick clothes. The seasons were changing from autumn to winter and with it, the weather.
“I’m so fed up with this shit…” you muttered to yourself, grabbing a flashlight and an energy bar before walking out your room. You couldn’t stand being trapped in a room for the time being so a stroll around campus seemed like a good idea. Munching on your bar absentmindedly, you came upon the man at the graveyard again. This time he was sitting on a bench a few yard away. A small smile graced your face and you approached him, albeit with caution. He was still a stranger and could easily overpower you if he so wished to do. Stopping a distance away, just out of arm's reach, you coughed lightly to get the attention of the man.
“Uhm hey I see you at the graveyard a lot,” you began before internally smacking yourself for sounded so creepy and stupid. “My parents are there too, well, my adopted parents. I don’t really know--”
Excuse me? Did he just interrupt you? I mean you were beginning to babble a little bit but still. Rude much?
“I don’t know what you’re problem is but I was just trying to--”
“I said, go away,” the stranger repeated, this time with a hint of anger in his voice. He had a deep voice that seemed slightly distorted? You weren’t sure but you weren’t gonna put up with this shit. Warning signs were going off in your head to just leave it at that but you were tired of putting up with people.
“No you listen to me. I am a human as much as you are so I deserve the same respect that I showed you,” you stood there with a scowl on your face, waiting for his response.
A low rumble was heard, emitting from the man. Was he...laughing? Oh fuck no. However, before you could react, a long arm shot out and grabbed your hand, making you yelp and wince in pain. Apparently the man had long limbs.
“Go away if you know what’s good for you.” That’s when he looked up, much to your horror. A dirty cerulean mask covered the man’s face with the eyes as its only noticeable feature.
Oh my god the eyes.
Black tar dripped down the empty sockets, making him appear as though he was crying. It instantly reminded you of your sister’s empty eyes and you choked back a sob. Without thinking, you tore yourself away from the man and ran as fast as you could back to the campus. Even when you didn’t hear footsteps pursuing you, you ran your heart out. What kind of person would dress up in such a terrorizing way?
A person who stands in graveyards at four in the morning, your brain yelled back at you. So this is what you get for trying to make friends. Because people who stand in graveyards all night seem like good people to be friends with, your mind shot back. You tried to push away the internal bickering of you and your subconsciousness before finally arriving at your dorm room. Your chest heaved, trying to fill your lungs with more precious air as your deteriorating muscles screamed in protest. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, you were feeling the full effects of your exertion.
“Never...again…” you panted between breaths. You decided to go for a nice glass of water when you realized your hand had a death-grip on something.