I kept staring at the gray cross, wondering what it could mean. Yet, it seemed like I could reach it from under here. I extended my hand to the sky, trying to reach it, but with a blink of the eye, it disappears.
I look around, and everything is back to normal.
"What the fuck was that?" I ask to myself.
I leave the balcony and walk to my room. As I open up my sketchbook, I find one of my family photos, with a red X on my face. I wonder what it could mean, but I rip it in half.
"Who the fuck is toying with me?" I ask. "It's definitely not Amy," I add.
I walk to the living room and notice Amy isn't anywhere near.
"Amy! Where are you?" I ask.
As I wait for a few seconds, no answer comes back.
"Amy! I'm not joking. Where are you?" I ask again.
No answer comes back. I walk over to her room and knock.
"You in here, Amy?" I ask.
I can hear a choking sound from inside, and as I open the door, I see Amy. A rope tied around her neck, hanging from the ceiling.
I rush over to her and raise her legs, stopping the choking.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, AMY?!" I ask.
She coughs from the release of her choke.
"I don't want to live anymore. I don't have anybody left, and the world is doomed," she states.
"That doesn't fucking mean you should go down with it," I tell her.
"What would your family think if you died? Don't you think they want you to survive?" I add.
"But our fate is sealed. There's no way to survive this hell," she says.
"I don't want to die by one of those creatures. I want to take my own life," she adds.
"Amy, for fuck's sake. Killing yourself won't help anyone. Not me, nor you," I add.
She looks at me, crying. She realizes that killing herself would not be something beneficial to anybody.
I untie the rope from her neck and place her down. She sits on the bed.
I look at her and decide to leave the room.
I walk back to my room and lay down on my bed.
"Fuck me in the ass... Today has been fucking weird," I say to myself.
I gaze outside, seeing the rising moon. I change my gaze over to the roof, thinking of what I should do next. I want to live. I want to survive. I want to keep living. I don't want to die. I don't want to die...
I get up from my bed and walk to the kitchen, and I notice Amy.
"Hey, you alright?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I threw the rope away, by the way," she replies.
"Are you hungry?" I ask.
"No, I won't eat for today," she says, walking back to her room.
The atmosphere felt depressing, and I saw her face. She was down and depressed, from what I could see.
I decide I should skip dinner for tonight and head to my room. I lay down on my bed and start falling asleep.
As I'm sleeping, I feel a strange touch on my chest, and I open my eyes. I didn't see anything.
I try to get up, but I couldn't move my body. I could only move around my eyes and observed my surroundings. When I hear the door opening, my eyes dart to it. A big black shadow figure enters my room and starts walking to my bed.
My pupils dilate as it gets closer. I wanted to punch it away, but I couldn't move. It reaches my bed and tries to touch me, but when its hand reaches my chest, I wake up and immediately sit up on my bed.
"What the fuck... What was that... A dream?" I wonder.
I raise my blinds and gaze upon the rising sun. Thinking about everything that had happened lately.
What the fuck was all of that? I don't know, and I don't want to find out. I just wanted revenge for everything that has happened.