Doubt everything

As I’m walking home from school, I notice that the only thing I can hear any more, is the thudding of my two feet, and the annoying prattling which is coming from my pencil tin. As my mind starts to think about the assignments, which was supposed to be done by tomorrow, I, start to hear something else. At first it was as faint as the wind, but then it steadily grew louder. “Tricia…Tricia…” I turn around expecting to see some of my friends hiding behind a bush, giggling. But when I turn around, I see no one. “Hello?” I say. Silence answers my call. I start to walk home again thinking that it was just my imagination, but I’m still going to ask my friends in the morning. Then suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my arm, as if a very fine splinter had just gone in. I stop, drop my bag, and inspect my arm. A drop of blood was there, but when I wiped it, there was no puncture marks.

The next day, when I got to school I asked my friends whether they followed me home. They just looked at me. I could tell straight away that they didn’t and they had no idea what I was talking about.

That night I went to bed and drifted off into a restless sleep. In my dream, a man was coming towards me and he was wearing a white jacket. He was holding a syringe filled with clear liquid, saying my name softly and telling me to calm down.
I woke up sweating.

In the following weeks, I had to many assignments, to dwell on the two strange occurrences, so I soon forgot about them.
After school finished, my friends and I decided to go on a holiday in the mountains to celebrate the end of school.

As I was driving us up the steep mountain to where we were staying, I noticed something moving in the corner of the mirror. As I studied it more, I realised that it was just a rabbit. Then suddenly, Jacqui screamed, and I remembered that we were driving up a very steep mountain with many curves.
As I looked at the road, I realised with great horror that we were heading straight towards a steep drop, and tried to slam on the brakes. I couldn’t do anything. We sailed through the guardrail and over the cliff. The last thing I remember was the rocky water rushing towards me, and the screams of my friends, then blackness.

When I woke up, all I could see was white. The only thought that flashed through my head was, ‘Am I dead?’ But then a man came in the room, seemingly from the wall. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place him anywhere. It was then that I realised that either I was dead, or I had been unconscious for a long time, because I didn’t have any injuries from the accident. The man kept coming towards me, muttering my name, and telling me to stay calm. Then his hand came from behind his back revealing what he was holding. A syringe filled with clear liquid. My mind started to race, and I remembered the dream that I had. I started to scream. Then he pounced on me, and stuck the syringe in my arm. The last thing I saw before blacking out was his nametag. It said John Waters, Psychiatric Hospital.

By Pyromaniac Faery

i am me...that's about it... i lik cheese....