Two days had passed since I killed the boy. Nobody had been around to witness the murder, and I haven't gone back to the campus since. The murder is all over the news, though. Reports are saying that the boy committed suicide by jumping head-first from the roof of the office building, but his body had disappeared. As of right now, only I am aware of the truth, and I am not sure how much more I can take.
I constantly hear screams randomly throughout the day. I hallucinate puddles of blood all over my house. Then the nightmares. Oh, the nightmares are unbearable. I'm afraid to leave my house, even though nobody knows that I am the murderer. Something needs to change, or I need to die. For now, the change should suffice.
I had done I horrible thing. So, I called up an old friend. He currently runs a plastic surgery place down the street. We haven't talked since high school, though, since I unintentionally stole his crush. It doesn't help that I immediately rejected her afterwards, either. He has never forgiven me for that and has never shown signs of doing so. But this is an emergency. He doesn't usually do house calls, I call him over even still. I made a vow to him never to speak to him again in return for this favor. He reluctantly agrees and brings his tools.
In short, he did an amazing job. I can't even recognize myself anymore. I turn to thank him, but I instead face a closing door. My former friend had stuck to the in-and-out deal. I'm not saddened by it though. I have more pressing matters at hand. I walk up the stairs to my room and change into pajamas for the evening. I head to the bathroom to wash up before I turn in. I was in the middle of washing my face when I get the worst migraine I've ever felt.
The washcloth I was using slips from my hands into the sink. I drop to my knees, screaming in agony. It feels like my head was splitting is two. The pain is then followed by a deep vibration. The vibration and pain intensify, as do my screams. Just when I feel like the pain might kill me, the tone of the vibration changes. The vibration gradually changes until it sounds like… words? You've done a baaad thing, mister.
The pain slowly subsides and just the vibrations remain. The words that I am hearing slowly become clearer. Why'd you have to go and kill me?
At this point I am able to think straight. I take a shaky breath and say, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"
The voice clicks its tongue then replies: You actually don't remember me, mister? The maniac doesn't keep track of his victims?
Realization hits me in the face like a truck. "Wait… you're that kid?" I then realize that I am definitely going insane. The guilt is finally completely claiming my sanity.
You're not going insane. I'm actually in your head. Sort of.
Initially I'm shocked. And I will continuously chalk it up to sheer insanity that I then reply to the voice in my head.
"Why, er, how are you talking to me right now. You aren't haunting me right now, are you? Am I being haunted?"
No, no, no. It's not a haunting. I'm not skilled enough for soul-suspension. It's more like a… possession of sorts.
I let out a low moan.
Don't worry. I'm not the type to take control of your body and make you murder kids.
I groan yet again. "Please don't mention that." I get up and head to my room.
I plop down on the foot of my bed and take a deep breath. "Okay. I want an explanation. Why am I being possessed"-
Partially possessed, the voice in my head says. Possession automatically implies that I have full control over your body. Which I do not.
I roll my eyes. "I could not care less. The point is that you are in my head, and I want to know why."
The voice is silent for a second. Alright. Let's start with introductions. My name is Weiss. Victor Weiss. My family is a group of people who find and protect dark magic artifacts. Your college professor is in possession of an ancient stopwatch that has the power to destroy the time around objects. My family viewed this man as a low-level threat, so they sent me to assassinate him. What I did not expect was him to know how to use the watch so fully.
"Wait," I interrupt. "That was the artifact that was in the book that he dropped. Also, he used the watch to control my mind? You said that the thing only destroys time."
I was getting to that. The professor seems to already have been in possession of another artifact. Does he ever wear a ring?
I think back to all the classes that we had with the professor. "Now that I think about it, he always wore a shiny black ring. Obsidian I think."
Oh, the voice replies. This is worse than I thought. This man is going to have the power not just to wake, but to control the dead, as well. We must find him and put a stop to this ASAP.
"Who is this 'we' you speak of? I want no part of this zombie adventure."
Too bad. The second you took my life was the second that you became wrapped up in every last strand of this.
"Sorry, kid," I say, standing up. "But you're on your own."
The brain-melting migraine suddenly came back and I fell forwards, screaming.
I saaiiid, you do NOT have a choice. And you are going to devote your body and soul to stopping this great force of evil. M'kay?
"Okay, okay!" I yell. "Just make it stop." The pain leaves as quickly as it had come. "Please never do that again."
I won't have to as long as you aren't a squeaky vessel.
I sigh. Looks like I'm dropping out of college.