Nightmarish Daydreams. 011

"Why do you hate your own father?" The grotesqueries vanished and were nowhere to be seen sooner.

"Please! It's not like you'll understand and try to listen to me!"

"What do you mean, Carrie? Of course, I'll be there to understand you." Gosh! Why am I even trying to speak to her and wanting to understand her? Surely, it is none of my concern.

"Wait what?" She looked so hesitant, but why? Could it be? No, it can't be. Her face always looks like it's hiding something. Couldn't that mean she has something to say?

"He always hated me, most of his cares and concerns goes to my little

brother."

"Are you sure you're not being delusional here?"

"I'm not done."

"Oh okay." I played the little patience game as I have no rights to jump into conclusions this quick. 

"I was not wanted by both of my parents; they reluctantly raised me. I

was neglected. I even tried to run away when I was ten, Nekokami,

unfortunately, stopped me from doing that."

"Ten? You had an element in your hands at the age of ten?" I cocked

my head to the right. "What you're saying right now doesn't seem to be a fine thing…"

"Yeah, but I got it at the age of six." She looked at me with her dull grey eyes. No, I just noticed this, she has only one of her eyes grey and the other one rather had a totally different color to it…a bright ocean blue which had it's sparkle. 

"Odd, I got my element at the age of six too." I thought I was the only

one who had these supernatural abilities, I was definitely not expecting others more like me. Makkura was however the one to utter out an answer to this unanswered question of mine, previously. Where were these even from? Makkura couldn't even budge to answer this simple question. Why were they even created for? For ruining lives? Yeah right. 

"Anyways moving on," Carrie cleared her throat. "my nickname in my

  family was 'monster'. I was seen to be one, sent directly from hell by Satan himself. I kept yearning and yearning for my father to shower me some love. But, alas, he didn't, he never did. I was clingy, just like a dog. Always wanting my 'daddy' near me. My mom wasn't any better either, she abused me, physically, throwing whatever she found beside her. Sometimes, it can possibly be a hard pillow to a kitchen knife, a wooden toy to a flower vase. This happened to me every single day for the most part. See this?" she showed me a big scar on her right shoulder by slightly pulling her right sleeve down. A nasty looking scar embedded on her pale shoulder blade…

"...…." I couldn't say anything, I was too stunned to speak. Shouldn't she inform these atypical activities to the authorities??? Such things are totally NOT okay. 

"I couldn't inform those performances to the authorities, I couldn't

speak a word, I was unable to speak when I was a kid." Carrie lost her

eye contact to me again. "No one was there to teach me simple words. I was silent. Too silent." The heck? She couldn't speak any words when she was a kid? Who even taught her English then?

"A man, an unfamiliar man, taught me English if you're wondering."

I twitched in fear. Did she read my mind? This happened like twice now!

"I'm not sure about his identity. He had a rough, deep voice. I will never forget him." She faked a smile again. Before I can say something, Makkura's voice came up.

"Keiko Marion, this man the brat speaks of, can be the thirsty swindler." What are you going on about? Shut that mouth of yours, wolf. "This disrespect coming from that filthy mouth of thine will not be forgiven, mind it."

Yeah, right. I rolled my eyes. Wait, wait. I shouldn't have done that! Crap! Now Carrie is going to think I did that eye roll on her, Oh—

"Its fine, I know it's not done towards to me."

"What…" I looked at Carrie in discomfort. Heck, I was even sweating!

"Oh, is something wrong?" She looked at me worried. Her expression was fake, I can tell. Her concerns on me were fake, purely fake. 

"What? N-no..." Of course, something is wrong! You oversaw each and every thought of mine so far! 

"I-I'm sorry" And now she is sorry?! No, Calm down Keiko. Don't

overthink it. Don't assume. "August 18th year XXXX, the date my father died, everyone mourned his loss. Except me. I didn't shed a tear. Why? I was traumatized to even say a word. Nothing came out of my mouth. I can still remember what my mom said to me in the funeral: 'It should've been you, not your dear father, my beloved husband.'" Carrie punched the door to one of the bathroom stalls with vigor. I could sense her frustration. My body automatically flinched to this. I really don't blame her for doing that. Carrie K.Ficklewood, a neglected child with trauma. What more can I

say? The necklace must've made her life worse; I believe. I was leading a happy life, being a happy child just like the meaning behind my name, now…it no longer reflects upon me as I slowly and slowly start to uncover the secrets that reside within this cursed object. Carrie chuckled. "Wait till I get her cold-blood on my hand. What is she going to do? Throw a spoon at me? A knife? An axe? A chainsaw?" Her smile, not sure if it's genuine, was surely terrifying.

The school rang its infuriating bell, is it there to just give me a migraine? Ugh. I missed three classes but I do not give a rat's tail about it. We both have kept this conversation going on for such a long time…

Few minutes pass by, finally I can go home and then to my sweet private domain. "Carrie?" I yelled out for her, I'm sure she is still inside of the school building just like most others and me myself. Students wouldn't rush to their houses this soon. Wait, hold that thought. Why am I even looking for her in the first place? It's not that I care, right? "Carrie?" Huh? I yelled out for her again? Why am I even doing this? I heard a chuckle from the girls' restroom.

"Hey, Makkura?" I called out. No response from it. Oh, I see where this is going! Silent treatment, eh? 

"Ahaha. Keiko!" I'd recognize that sprightly voice anywhere.

"Oh! Burnsmith? Yeah, where is Makkura?" I asked it.

"Makkura said it's not ready to talk with thou, don't worry, I'm  hither instead!"

"Uhm, well, can you help me find Carrie in the girls' restroom?"

"Oh, nature calls? Then sure, why are thou eve—"

"No, I heard something from there." I hope Burnsmith sees how raved I am at it. Burnsmith switched it's personality again. 

"What did thou hear?" It sounded so serious.

"A chuckle, a scary one."

The chuckle grew to become a cackle. The cackle was so loud and

daunting, it even scared away Burnsmith.

"Aha, uhhh, Keiko, I highly advise thou don't!"

"Yeah, no I don't even know why I called you here." I rolled my eyes and walked to the restroom. The room was leaking with revolting water from the ceiling. The leaked water puddle on the floor was glistening with the flickering lights, this restroom reeks! How did I not notice this until just now! I saw someone, just standing there, menacingly. I was dared to not make eye contact to whoever was there. There was something in their hand? What is that? A comb? A knife? No, it couldn't be a knife, that's impossible. Or it could really be possible under certain circumstances. Suicides are not uncommon here…

The figure was seemed to be around my height, it was not a teacher or any of the staff members in the school, it was a student.

"Nyragh! Thank lord you're hither! You better stop Carrie! Please! I tried to stop her, yes, but she is too powerful!" It was Nekokami, Carrie's entity. Entity of Death. Even with its distorted, grotesque voice, it sounded so distressed, afraid and clueless. Makkura, Nekokami's self-proclaimed 'friend' manifested itself behind me.

"Nekokami, I sense trouble, what is going on? Gragh."

"Makkura, Makkura! Thank lord thou art hither! Thou have to help me please! My mistress hither has a knife in her hand! She's going to kill herself!"

"Carrie! Whatever you do, whatever you've been through, it's not worth it! Please! Can you hear me?!" My heart was throbbing fast, I was trembling, I don't think I'll be the same after witnessing someone die right in front of me! But, why? W-Why am I so worried? First of all, where did this girl even get that knife? 

"I do not wish to live anymore, let me die in peace." Carrie didn't turn

around to see me, my entity and her entity. "Go away, please." Her

voice was breaking.

"Nyaragh! Carrie, my mistress, please! There art people who art worried about you!"

"NAME ONE PERSON who IS WORRIED ABOUT ME! COME ON! TELL

ME NEKO!" Carrie yelled, she turned back, slightly, towards us three.

The fear in her eyes, it's so visible. Every human being fears death, no matter to what degree they gaslight themselves and lie to themselves. "The Carrie you are talking to right now, is not Carrie. It's a soul possessing her."

"A-a soul...?" I asked. How is this possible? Why did this happen? What and who is this soul that is doing these ungodly things to her body? She looked, so…terrified…

"Nyaragh...A soul, searching for lust. It found Carrie's body perfect, for it's satisfaction…" I didn't say word, I just ran towards Carrie's possessed body. I grabbed the knife that was in her hands, and hit her head with the wooden side of the knife. She fainted at last. But, how? Even I can't faint to that hit. How weak is she…? How fragile is her body?

Hours passed by; Carrie still didn't wake up. Both the entities disappeared. A lousy janitor caught us still being inside of the campus and took called the nurse after taking a look at Carrie's state. Her body was…unusually light. Underweight. Is she even taking her food in in the right amount? They made her lie down on a bed at the infirmary. Her face was as pale as a ghost. Her eyes were completely white, they were so soulless. I was worried (which is still a question). The nurse assures that she is still alive but not totally in a fine condition. There she lied on that soft bed, unconscious and showing no signs of ever waking up. 

Carrie woke up after fifteen minutes. She was coughing constantly shortly after that.

Then she cleared her throat. From her face, I can tell she is not

ready to see everyone. Her pupils shrunk, she kept her body erect and didn't want to face us (just me and the nurse).

"Carrie, are you okay?" I asked her with a bland expression but I could say that I was concerned on the inside…why?

"W-Why aren't at home yet Keiko?" Seriously? Is that the first thing that came up to her? "It's p-pretty late isn't it?"

"Yeah, its 8:00pm. I looked at my phone.

"

8:00?!" Carrie shrieked and stood up…on the bed. She then got down and started walking away without uttering anything else.

"Hey hey, Carrie! Where do you think you're going???"

"Where do you think I'm going? The bank? I'm going to my house you

idiot!" Carrie was furious. She took her bag and headed home. 

She's right, it's too late, I have to go back to my house too. My mom

will be so mad at me, crap. I opened the door to my house with one of the spare keys I always had with me, and that's where I saw my mother, just roaming around in fear. Absolute fear. 

"Kei, dear, is that you?" My mom came rushing towards me. "Oh, you're in big trouble young lady!"

"Yes, yes. I get it. I understand."

"Just tell me, where have you been for this long??? It's 8:15pm now!"

"…" I didn't want to tell her. I just didn't want to. Oh, what do I do now? I stood there clueless and couldn't find the right words to convince her off.