Chapter 6, Possession
“What the fuck is going on!” I yelled, backing up against a wall. I was freaking out, I think I’m going insane. “Hey, hey… calm down, I’m sure it’ll pass in no time”, said Ben, walking up to me, grabbing hold of my arm. I sat down, curling into a ball. I didn’t like this, not at all. He sat down next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I buried myself within his grasp, whenever I’m around him I feel safe. I closed my eyes but instantly opened them. Flash backs of that moment swarmed through my mind. I stood up suddenly, breathing heavily, my mind in places I wish it wasn’t. “Woah… you ok?” said Ben, standing up to face me. I looked away from him, shy and embarressed.
He put his arms around my waist and brought me closer towards him. “Ben, w-what are you doing”, I stuttered, leaning backwards. What is he doing? He put his hand against my head, pulling me back up. “We’re both stuck in here… we might as well have a bit of fun.” I put my arms around his neck akwardly. Ben kissed me, backing me up against the wall. I wrapped my tail round us, pulling him closer towards me. He lifted my shirt, fingering at my bra strap. I put my hand through his hair, blushing a bit… was this really happening? His kiss met my neck, his hand pulling on my tail… my weak spot.
I pushed him away, putting my arms around myself in defense. “S-sorry, I-I don’t think I want to” I stuttered, my head hanging low. Ben put his hand on my shoulder, “It’s fine, don’t sweat it.” I sat back down, pulling my phone out. I ended up playing gacha life, carrying on with my animation. It’s about a guy who’s stuck in a dream realm and he needs to escape before time runs out. I’m at the part where he has to face his worst nightmare, being murdered by his evil twin. “What ya doing?” I jumped, just to find Ben looking over my shoulder. “I’m making an animation… for my channel”, I said, looking away in embarressment. Ben looked back at me and smiled, “wow, didn’t know you had one”, he said, laughing a bit.
It’s been thirty minutes since… that happened. I’ve almost finished my animation… just one more bit. “Done!” I yelled, startling Ben. “S-sorry, just eager to post this”, I stuttered, blushing a bit. After creating the video, adding the music, special effects and all the other things. I hit post and got the video up. I heard a notification bell ring, but it wasn’t my phone. “Heh, she posted again huh, been a while…” whispered Ben. He pulled out his phone, clicking on the notification. I recognised that music, it’s almost as if… “Hey, what are you watching?” I asked intentively. He looked up, pausing the video. “Just some person who makes videos, Karma’s fate, you heard of her?” I picked my phone up, Karma’s fate… but, why? I put my phone down, resting my head against the wall. “No, she sounds interesting”, I said, lying to keep him away.
I got up and walked over to my bed, feeling tired and drowzy. I collapsed on the soft mattress and tried to get to sleep, wanting to forget about today. I curled up into a ball, almost forcing myself to sleep, shutting my eyes tight. “Hey, you alright?” I heard Ben speak from behind me. I mumbled a response, so quiet I could barely make it out. I felt his hand land on my shoulder in a reasuring kind of way. “I’m just tired, nothing wrong”, I responded, turning to face him. He looked down at me, smiling. I turned away again, I wanted to just fall asleep but it’s almost as if I couldn’t. It’s as if there’s something keeping me awake, keeping me from falling.
I sat up abruptly, almost jumping out of bed. I thought I was going to scream for a second. I had just woken up, but it felt as if I’d never slept at the same time. I got out of bed, searching around for my pocket knife. I suddenly felt the urge to cut through my skin, the urge to watch the blood flow out of it like a small river. I found it, gripping the blade tightly… Was I really going to do this? I lay the edge of the blade against my skin, cutting through my arm like scissors through paper. I drove it upwards and out as a strip of skin and muscle dropped onto the cold, wooden floor.
I fell to my knees as my arm bled out, gritting my teeth to keep in the rising scream. My eyes stung with rising tears although… it felt as if there was no pain. I’m crying because of there being no pain, no torture, no escape from the world. I looked up at the clock, it reads quarter to seven. I stood up, letting go of my slow-healing arm. Trudging over to a wall, I hoped with almost all my might that no one would see me like this. I couldn’t let anyone see me, not yet… not now. I opened the window since the cloud had disappeared. Fresh, cool air gently blew into the room as I climbed out, my blood soaked arm left a small mark on the wall but nobody would notice it… right?