"So what is it, Mr.Hollowmere? What is so important that I need to stay after hours?" She said, I would come to you if my mother would just let me see someone else. But she picked you because you're cheap; at least act like you care. I thought to myself as I clenched my fist, hearing the joints crack. "He came back today," I said, making her sigh. "He isn't really, Mr.Hollowmere. You are just dealing with stress from being a teen, as long as you take the medication, you will be fine. There isn't anything I can do for you, with the stress of your family issues and school. Understandably, your mind would try to escape and create distractions to divert you from your issues, a form of escapism. I can give you a sedative for you to handle your episodes for a few days, maybe that will help." She said, reaching into her desk and pulling out a paper.
She had already filled it out, making me angry. You're supposed to help me, and you want to blow me off to get on with your life. Aren't you supposed to care for your patients? I screamed inside my head as I felt tears building up, and I grabbed the paper and stormed out, not wanting to show her my pain. As I left the door closed behind me, making her scuff. "What a pain in the ass, that kid is to weak. I bet I will hear about his suicide in a couple of years." Dr.Wilson said, pulling out a pack of smokes and lighting one as she leaned back, only to hear the sound of tapping on glass.
"What is that loser doing?" She said, standing up and opening her office door, looking around not to see Bennet. Then the tapping echoed down the hallway, accompanied by flickering lights. "Mr. Hollowmere, this isn't funny. I will call the cops." She said, walking down the hallway as she turned the corner, the door to the stairwell closed. Wait till I get my hands on your ass. She thought of opening the stairwell and following the footsteps down to the boiler room, but as she opened the door to it, the bathroom door inside the boiler room closed.
"There isn't any place to hide now, Mr. Hollowmere. If you come out now, I won't press trespassing charges." She said trying to scare the little shit but no one said anything and no one came out. I am going to beat your ass kid, she thought in anger as she opened the bathroom and walked in only to see it was empty and the sound of tapping on the glass echoed out as she walked closer to the mirror looking at it and saw nothing sighing in relief until the lights went out and back on only to see Bennet smileing widely with his eyes close in the mirror reflection. "You little shit, you scared me!" She yelled, spinning around, only to notice no one was there.
"We meet face to face, dumb cunt." A voice echoed out from behind her, making her spin around as arms shot out of the mirror, grabbing her head, making it look like liquid. As the face poked out and opened its eyes, she only saw black liquid inside the eye sockets as it flowed down the face that looked like Bennet's. My god, he was telling the truth. "You're coming in here bitch." The face said as it quickly pulled her towards the mirror as she placed her hands on the tile wall, trying to stop him from pulling her in, as she felt she would die if she were pulled in.
"Let me go fucker!' Dr. Wilson yelled, making the Bennet reflection laugh. "Bitch, it's your fault if your dumbass actually listen to Bennet and tried to help him instead of drugging him up then I may not have wanted to kill you. But now that he is at his limits, as part of him, it's up to me to get justice for him. Starting with butchering you like the cunt you are." The evil Bennet said as he got her head inside and bit onto her nose, tearing it off as he laughed at her bleeding face.
Dr. Wilson cried out in pain as her fingers dug into the tile wall making her finger nails start to pop off fighting for her life as the Evil Bennet sunk his thumbs into her eyes pushing his fingers into the wet membrane of the eyeballs popping them as she screamed out in pain and her grip loosend on the wall as her whole body was pulled into the mirror as one of her shoes fell off. All that could be heard in the bathroom was her screams from within the mirror as flesh and blood were being thrown up into the air just out of view of the mirror before it finally became silent. A whistling could be heard once more as Evil Bennet stood up with a bloody mouth and was chewing on a human finger.
"A little too aged for my first human meal, but it tastes like jerky. I would kill Jessica, but that kill is for Bennet, which is a bummer because of the things I would do to her. But that doesn't mean I can't mess with Jamal." He said, smiling ear to ear as he whistled and walked to the bathroom door in the mirror, as the bathroom door in the real world opened, and the sound of his eerie whistling could be heard within the building.
I had arrived at my car and was sitting there, angry with the world. I hated everything: my family, those who said they loved me and cared for me, only to stab me in the back. I wish everyone would suffer just as I do! I yelled inside my head, hitting the steering wheel over and over again for what seemed to be an hour until my hands had cuts on them. I sighed and drove towards the pharmacy to get the meds filled, as I didn't have any other option.
Walking inside and went to get the medactison filled I grabbed some bandages only to see Samantha and Jamie both Jessicas friends smirking at me as I could feel my anger rising as they knew everything as I bought the bandages and waited outside fixing my hands as they walked out hanging up their phones walking over to me. "Oh my, what happened to your hands, Bennet? Was Jamal's face too strong for you?' Jamie said, making me grit my teeth.
"Can you leave me alone. I really don't want to deal with you all right now." I said, trying to get them to leave, until a few cars pulled up, and I noticed Jessica making me stand up and walk to my car. "Where do you think you're going?" A voice came out from behind me, it was Tom, Samantha's boyfriend. "Leave me alone, Tom," I said, but he grabbed my arm, spinning me around, landing a punch on my face. "You don't get to go, unless we say so." Another voice came out as that person kicked me. Why won't they just leave me the fuck alone! I felt my head throbbing and the screams to kill inside my head. The employees just watched on as I looked at them for help; they didn't seem to care as another kick was sent to my stomach.
Fuck this world! I hate it! I am tired of humanity and its stink! I want to kill them! I want to kill them all! As I screamed inside my head, the lights in the store and the street lamps flickered, and a whistle echoed out in the parking lot, making everyone stop. I looked at Tom, wanting to kill him, as he looked back, smirking at me. "What the fuck are you going to d-" Before he could finish his body started to move on its on while he walked over to the concrete wall and began to slam his head against it the sound of flesh being cut on concrete and the sound of bone being broken echoed in the parking lot as two of his friends ran over trying to stop him only to be thrown back. Until his head busted open and brain matter started to drip out, he finally stopped.
He fell to the ground as his brain matter spilled out onto the concrete sidewalk. A scream from Samantha rang out as everyone backed up, and an employee called the cops. It didn't take too long for them to come as they started to ask questions when I brought up that they had been beating me, they of course denied it, and the employees didn't want to have any part in it, so they told the cops that they were inside when they heard the scream. The police asked to review the security cameras, but the employees said that they had been damaged since the last big storm and hadn't been fixed yet.
I finally got done with the cops after two hours, and I didn't even get the medication, making this whole trip pointless and painful. Why is everything like this? I said, sitting in my car at a stoplight. I didn't realize it had turn green until a horn hooked out making me drive as I reached the outskirts of the city where my home was I pulled into the driveway and got out dragging myself into the house tired and in pain as I took my shirt off and went to the bathroom looking at the brusies on my body.
"Those look pretty bad." The voice echoed out as I looked up from my stomach and chest to look at the face. His black liquid eyes looked back at me, but his smile wasn't fake; it was one of care and love as I shook my head. "You're not real!' I yelled, smashing the mirror, making him chuckle. "That's seven years bad luck, they say." I walked out of the bathroom, and he didn't speak again as I made it to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, where I saw a bottle of wine and grabbed it.
I went to the living room and sat down, turning on the TV as I opened the bottle and took a big mouthful, drinking it down. I wanted to get drunk, I don't want to think. As I watched TV for an hour, I felt my head become fuzzy as I looked at the bottle; 3/4ths of it was gone, and I felt good as I lay down on the sofa, and my mind started to drift off.
"Someone help me!" A voice I didn't know yelled out as I opened my eyes to see the werewolf bringing his mouth towards me, only for a dark, eerie green flame to engulf the werewolf as it fell to the ground rolling in pain as a female voice drifted into the body's ear. "Oh my, what a handsome man came to our door, Father. Can I marry him?" The body turned his head to see a middle-aged man and woman with ten people around them. The woman who spoke walked over. She had crimson red hair and dark green eerie eyes. She had eyes like mine.
"My name is Samira Hollowmere, and from this day forth, you will be my husband and give me lots of kids," She said with a sinister smile. The body trembled as she picked him up by his leg, dragging him towards the mansion, as the other people broke out into laughter, and the body screamed out once more. "Someone else, help me!" He clawed at the ground before clawing at the steps, not able to stop this woman from pulling him. Until he watched the doors to the mansion close, and everything went dark as my eyes opened up to the first sign of morning shining into the living room.