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Chapter 2 - My Constant Nightmare

A bad nightmare. It started with me being unable to see. I wasn't blind, but I knew I couldn't process any of my surroundings. People in my family started asking me things i didn't understand. My sisters asked me what did I do. My mom asked me if I was okay. My cousin asked what finally made me crack. There were more questions but half of them were unheard.

I didn't understand what they meant. 

As my senses started coming back to me I seemed dull and lifeless, like a robot. I went around the house but my family kept their distance and it felt.. weird. The house looked different from what i remembered it but i couldn't put my finger on why that is.

They asked the questions again and I answered them truthfully, very confused. I dunno. I'm fine. What do you mean?

When I left them, back to the hallway, i suddenly got an image in my head. A personage of sinew and viens, two white eyeballs, slathered in blood. The visage screamed at me with a high pitched, gutteral scream.

As quickly as it came, it left, and i was left in a room that felt messy and off. I don't know how, but off. I slowly began to realize that my eldest sister's dog is gone. It just felt gone. I couldn't remember anything, but it finally started to click. *So what finally made you crack?*

There were messy splotches of brown on the walls. The floor was clean, there were no big groups of it, but tiny specks on the wall, small groups of them seemingly on every wall in the entry hall. 

I was too scared to go back and ask my sisters what they were, afraid of what they would tell me that they were actually a vibrant red.

I felt sick.

I grabbed the strongest cleaner i could find and a rag, quietly beginning to clean each spot with careful precision, trying to not ruin the paint job on the wall.

My family checked in on me a couple of times, but I didn't want to stop until every bit was gone. I now knew my life would be changed forever.

I was scared of myself, and what I could do without wanting to or without knowing.