Chapter 10: The Realization

KAYLEEN

I opened my eyes after feeling the sun’s heat on my face. Maybe I left the window open again. It’s kinda late and my body feels tired though I already slept. I stretched my arms as I stood up. Walking towards the door, I suddenly realized something. It made me cover my mouth with my eyes widening. My hand smells funny too. Like it’s been washed with blood.

When I look at it, my body trembled in fear. I look at the bed once more seeing the rope gotten to the floor. My reflection on the mirror made me scream my lungs out. Blood is all over me like I showered just pure fresh blood on me. Traces of blood is messed on my room too and on the bed. 

I started crying dropping my knees on the floor and sit pressing my back on the wall. That strangers dead before, it’s all me. I killed them all. I started shouting angrily and stand up to throw things. I even hurt myself by smashing the door with my bare hands.

I even broke the mirror and tear my skin.

My life is a mess and it’s hard to take revenge with my demon. I better die. I grab on a broken part of the mirror and place it under my chin leaning it closer to my neck. Before I could do anything else to myself, I noticed that I have a different reflection on the broken mirror.

It’s Shaira with a demonic smile on her face. All of a sudden, I can no longer control my hand. It’s frozen and I can no longer move them.

“You can’t just die that easy by murdering yourself. I need more blood Kayleen. More!” she said and laughed. I dropped the sharp glass and it shattered even more.

“Why me?” I exclaimed with all the devastations squeezing my heart.

“You created me. That day when you started to grow hatred for those girls bullying you every single day.” Her statement made me remember how I was bullied before. There’s these three girls on that park who is always bullying me. Throw dirt on me and everything, even call me a loner. “Do you remember, what happened next?”

A flashback of three kids killed on the news came back to me. They are flashed against my eyes letting me see a vivid view of it. That’s when I realized everything.

“I’m not a murderer!” I screamed once more shattered and depressed.

“Yes you aren’t, but your thoughts are.”

“That’s not true! That’s not true!” I smashed the mirror to break it even more and cover both my ears so I couldn’t hear her anymore. But it still echoes in my head that even how much I scream, I can still hear it.

I drop my body on the floor curling myself.

I need Zeke. I’m crazy and I need to be prisoned. He has to take me to a mental institution. I’m admitting to myself now that I’m not normal. 

My stomach growled after staying on the floor until noon, not doing anything. I’m all hungry but I didn’t care. All I want is to die by any means. I can no longer see Shaira but tears are still flowing down on me. Tiredness took over me thus I stopped screaming just laying like a corpse. 

The door swung open for so sudden.

“Kayleen?” Zeke came and ran to me to try helping stand up. I didn’t cooperate and just let him carry me to the bed. He even checked on me. “Hey! Can you hear me? What happened?” He tapped my face softly so I look at him.

Worry is written all over his face and it’s crushing me. He can’t worry for someone like me.

“Leave me,” I uttered.

“What?” he leaned a bit closer to hear me.

“Leave me,” I repeated. “I’m not a human anymore, I murdered again. You can’t help someone like me. Pity my victims and not me.”

He sat on the floor with his back leaned on the side of my bed. 

“You killed Garry and some group of teens on the streets,” he said. I can’t even remember who I killed. Now I know. 

“Sent me to prison. Tell the police you found me here.” My voice broke and I cried again sobbing and shaking.

“You need to be fixed before you do that!” he said with authority and stood up. “You can’t be alone anymore. I’m bringing you to my house.”

I stood in horror imagining waking up of the sight of him dead in front of me. “No!”

“You won’t kill me. You can’t kill me.” He pulled me but I took his hand away.

“Your fiancé, I might do something to her.” He let out a heavy sigh staring at me. 

“She left me.”

“What? Why?”

“I told her about you. She doesn’t want me to help a ---“

“Murderer,” I completed his sentence. That eyes full of pity is locked with mine again and it’s making me feel more horrible.

“She won’t tell the cops. I assure you.” 

“No. She better tell the cops. Maybe I can just go there by myself.” Walking towards the door, I felt his strong hand grabbing my arm that I can’t get it off me again. He is strong.

“You are coming with me, lady.”

Even how much I protested, he still managed to successfully take me to his house. A mansion, I say. It’s too big and he gave me a huge room to stay. 

“I can’t stay here!” I continued protesting still trying to get off from his hand but he pushed me to the room. Even throw my things inside and shut the door on my face. I tried to open the door but I can’t. The room is so close that I can’t open the windows too. 

I’m like inside a real prison but this one is too luxurious that it gives me chills. How can this room be so big that it’s almost like a whole house? It has a huge television with complete set of couches, a huge area to read books, a huge shower room and everything. I stared at the huge mirror on the wall looking at my reflection. 

I’m a dirt in this luxury. I don’t belong here.