The Parasites That Live in The Cracks

30. What'd You Do?

Jamie

  My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard it hurt and my head was dizzy and foggy. I only just made it to my room before I collapsed. Visions were running through my head, scrambling and mixing and yelling fragmented words at me. Until one stood out, the one. 

    I walked in to see them sitting at the table making out. Titus kissing her neck, running his fingers through her hair with one hand… Dumping something in her drink with the other.  I walked over, pushing him away from her, “What did you put in there?”

  “Nothing! What are you talking about?” 

  “Don’t lie to me!” I pushed him against the wall, adrenaline rushing through me. 

  “Jamie what are you doing?” She tried to pull me away. 

  “I didn’t put anything in her drink! Come on, Jam, let me go!” 

  “No, what were you doing? I saw you!” 

  “Jams, you’re not who you used to be-” 

  “Don’t tell me I’ve changed! Don’t change the topic! What were you-” I pushed him a little further into the wall, his eyes bulged and mouth opened in a gasp. 

  “Jamie, please - You - Don’t - You’re -” 

  “Stop it! What did you do?!” I yelled, shoving him into the wall. 

  Crack. He crumpled, I dropped him in horror. No. No! 

  I choked on a sob, he was right. I had changed. I changed into a werewolf, I had more strength. The strength to snap a neck effortlessly. I had done that. 

  The vampire kissing her neck before biting into her, and then blood spewed from her throat… Screams echoed around me, screaming names and insults and just screaming in pain…. 

  No. Not real. The voices continued screaming at me, screaming in pain, What did you do? Selfish! Worthless! Wretched! Help! You’re not who you used to be! Stop! I hate you! 

  I sank onto the floor, clutching my head, trying to block my ears and the visions and voices. When finally, timeless ages later, they began to fade away… I felt nauseous and my head hurt, I just wanted to go to sleep. Forever sleep. But I couldn’t, not with the memories of all that still bouncing around my head… 

  I crawled over to the dresser and managed to find another piece of paper and a pen. 

  I wrote furiously until the paper tore, then I threw the pen and paper and curled up into a ball. I just sobbed until I fell asleep, wishing that that was it. The end.