"Yes Cree, you're in your mind and I'm about to drive you C-R-A-Z-Y" it said.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, no, I should be telling it to get me out of here and here I am asking what it would do to me, like it's actually going to tell me that.
"Don't worry darling, this is just the beginning" it said, its voice fading with each word.
"Wait" I said turning around to find the person I was speaking to but I couldn't. I buried my face in my hands and felt the tears drop one after the other. I knew I was a cry baby but I don't cry a lot until I start to cry.
How am I able to be in my thoughts and still be able to think. Maybe Mom just switched off the lights and I am just imagining a voice. What if I am just dreaming?. Maybe I am still at home or maybe I am still in class, but what if I am somewhere else. Why are there no boundaries or dead ends here, no windows and no doors. Why can't I hear the noise from outside? This is driving me crazy.
I brought my head up and this time around I was very surprised at the scene before me. I was in my room, wait, this is definitely not my room. I am sure my walls used to be painted black and white but this time around, it has blue and pink paint all over the place. And my book collection? Where's my 'Rent a Bridesmaid' and why do I have 'London the key' here, it's my least favorite book. My blankets, they are different. My bed? different. Everything is different. Mom! Dad!.
I ran down stairs to the kitchen and I felt so relieved when I saw someone in the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm so happy to see you" I said as I gave her a hug from behind.
"Morning dear, how are you?" he said.
Wait HE. This is not mom, this is . . . dad?.
"Dad, what are you doing here, in the kitchen?" I mean he is supposed to be here but not in the kitchen preparing breakfast, he's supposed to be in his room sitting quietly and coming out to dish out his . . . The door cracked open and Mom walked out, wait that's supposed to be dad's room.
"Mom" I said trying not to sound excited to see her but she didn't answer. She just dished out her food and went back into her room.
"What's happening?" I asked.
"What?" he said looking even more confused than I was.
"I . . ." I started but couldn't finish because he interrupted me.
"You have to hurry up now or you will be late" he said picking up my backpack for me and handing it over.
"Okay" I said and walked out even though I was confused.
Why are Mom and Dad behaving so strangely?. Mom is behaving as Dad should and Dad is behaving as Mom is supposed to, they are the opposite of themselves. Wait, this is driving me crazy. CRAZY. So that means that this is all an illusion. It is just trying to drive me crazy that is it. Well, I'm not going to let it drive me crazy, I'm going to drive it crazy.
What if everyone at school are also the opposite of themselves. Jeremy? Why am I even thinking about this, I should arrive there first.
"Bixler High School" I read out the name on the board just above the gate, it's a good thing the school didn't become the opposite of itself else that would have been confusing.
I walked into the school compound and believe me, my jaw dropped when I saw the boy from earlier today or yesterday or whenever that was but he was the boy whom I sat beside during the first class, the English class. The nerdy boy wasn't nerdy anymore, he was a rascal.
He leaned on a pillar and he had his nose and ears pierced. He had a lip ring on his lips and he had such messy hair. His clothes looked 'rugged' and he had a cigarette in his hands.
"Hi" he said and moved closer to me. I covered my nose because the stench of alcohol coming from him was just too much.
"That's my cologne now so no need to cover your nose" he said grabbing my hand and pulling it away from my nose. This is pure torture. I tried covering my nose with the other hand but he was too quick to notice, he held my hand and he had his hand all around my hands and with the other hand he held his cigarette. Is this seriously my high school?.
"Let go of her" someone said from behind.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I said so" the stranger said and in split seconds I felt my hands loosen from his grip and now held even more closely and tightly by another hand. I looked up to see the angel who just saved me. I couldn't see his face but I could see his blonde hair and the muscles he had all over. He looked like a giant standing before me.
"Back off" he threatened and the now 'rugged' boy left. He turned around to face me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Green eyes, green eyes that used to be filled with rage for me. Those eyes were too familiar. I can't believe it, well everything has been driving me crazy since earlier, but seriously I can't believe that my enemy just saved me. Jeremy just saved me.
"Ye . . . Yes, I'm fine" I said moving away from him.
"What's wrong?" he said looking at our now separated hands.
"Nothing" I said and ran into the school building, even though I knew that that would be my worst decision so far. I ran over to the library and just as I expected it looked like a den of rascals. I'm sure miss Lisa doesn't know about this.
"Miss Lisa, Miss Lisa" I shouted as I made my way through the crowd of drunk and stupid teenagers. I ran through the crowd pushing aside the drunk and mentally unstable bodies obstructing my view. The shelves were filled with books, dark books, books that didn't make sense except to the unstable ones. I continued pushing all the bodies aside, this place looked like a frat house.
"Miss Lisa" I screamed again when I got to the less crowded area.
"What?" I heard her say and I quickly turned around to behold her. She was the same, dressed in her always fitting dress and she had the same hairstyle from earlier before, when everything was normal. Her hair was still packed in a ponytail style but there was something different about her tone. She sounded rude and she didn't sound Miss Lisa-like.
"What did they do to you" I said touching her all over just to make sure I wasn't seeing or hearing things.
"It's all your fault. It is all because of that book that I am now this. I'm literally the opposite of myself" she said. It felt like she was cursing me within herself but she just didn't want to say it out.
The book? What book? No, this is driving me insane.
"What book? What did I do?" I asked shaking her.
"You and the book, the book that belongs to Cree" she said.
"What?" I said letting go of her. But I didn't do anything, the book? Cree? What does a book from 1920 have to do with this? Why am I in this opposite world?.
"But. . ." I turned around to see Miss Lisa, but, she wasn't there. I looked around and realised that I was alone, everyone was gone.
"Hello, Is anyone here?" I asked.
"No, no one is here. Just you and me" I heard a voice say and I immediately recognized it. I knew this voice,it was the voice that got me into this trance. I looked around but I couldn't see anyone.
"Get me out of here" I said infuriated.
"And what if I do not agree to do so" it said.
"Then, I'll .. I'll .. I'll find you" I said and started running around the library looking for the owner of the voice. Where is it? Where could it be hiding?.
"Ha ha. You won't find me Cree. I'm invisible. I'm just in your head and you are in the puzzle your mind created. The only way to get out is in you but as long as I keep driving you crazy, you're not going anywhere. Ha ha" it said.
"Get me out" I said stomping my feet on the floor.
Why is all this happening? Why does this anonymous person want to drive me CRAZY? Why is everything so different? How is the book connected to this and what does Miss Lisa mean by what she said. Why does everything have to be so unusual?.
'It all started when I became the school's assistant librarian'. Maybe the book was trying to warn me about this but how can a book speak to me.
'I'm gonna drive you crazy' Who is behind the voice?. What does it want from me?. Is this magical or paranormal or . . .
"Ouch" I said as I felt a sharp pain on my head. Thinking of all this is just so stressful. Maybe it is actually driving me crazy or maybe I am already crazy.
I looked up from where I sat on the bench and I immediately saw a book, a book that had no author but was wonderful in every way. On the book I read out the title.
"Be The Opposite"
I grabbed the book and opened the first page.
"To fight the opposite, you have to be the opposite"
Maybe that's it, I should also be the opposite of myself.