My eyes fluttered open. I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes to find my door wide open. Hazel stood in the middle of the doorway, with her head facing down.
I decided to break to the awkward silence, ” Umm… Do you need something?”
“Stop being creepy and go to bed,” I said, annoyance lacing my words.
She didn’t say anything, neither did she move.
“You have got to be kidding me…” I complained as I hopped out of bed. I walked up to her.
“What do you want?” I said, slightly louder than how I usually spoke to her.
I grabbed her shoulders and that’s when she looked up at me. Her eyes were empty. I don’t mean figuratively, but literally. There was nothing in her eyes. They were black with a contrast of red.
I jumped back, letting go of her.
“What the hell!” I practically screamed.
Once again, she didn’t reply. She just grew a devilish smile that became wider and wider as the seconds passed.
“What happened to you!?”
I jumped up in bed. My chest heaving. Thank god, it was just a dream…
I looked up to see Hazel standing in the middle of my doorway. Just like in my dream. Except her head wasn’t facing downward. It was facing me, though I couldn’t see the features of her face, because of the darkness that engulfed her. I could almost feel her eyes on me.
“H-Hazel?” I call out.
I faintly heard her mumbling. That’s when I noticed something in her hand. It was difficult to see but I think I could make out the outline of a… knife.
Suddenly that’s when my mom turned the corner and saw us.
“Hazel, leave Bella alone.”
“Hazel,” she said in a stern voice. “Hazel, if you leave her alone, I will take you to the park you saw on the way here.”
She turned around with a bright smile spread on her face and yelled, “Okay!”
I was more confused than I think I have ever been. I saw something in her hand, but it was as though it had just… disappeared. Sighing, I got out of bed and got dressed.
After breakfast, both my parents went to work which left me home alone with Hazel. Her attention was fully absorbed by the TV. With nothing for me to do, I retreated to my room where I began to read. Right when I began to forget about what had happened this morning, I heard a loud crash of metal hitting tile outside my room, coming from the kitchen. I abruptly swung my door open and ran out of my room to see if Hazel was okay. When I reached the kitchen I was greeted by nearly all of our steel utensils sprawled out across the kitchen floor.
Then I heard sobbing in the corner of the room. I turned my head towards the sound to see that it was coming from Hazel. She was sitting on the floor next to the counter, her arms folded and her head resting on her forearms. Practically shaking.
“Are you okay? What happened?” I asked with panic in my voice.
She kept sobbing. I took a few steps closer to investigate. She slowly lifted her head. Underneath her eyes had grown dark from all of her crying. Her face plastered into a glare as she looked at me. I cocked my head at her.
“What happened? Are you going to tell me, or just sit there and glare at me?”
Nothing in reply.
At this point, I was extremely tired of this whole ‘no replying thing’.
“Hazel, god dammit answer me!” I screeched.
She did, however, reply this time. By screaming. It was the loudest I has ever heard her scream, it was almost as though someone was cutting off one of her limbs. I took another step closer to her. She reached out with a knife in her hand, it shimmered in the light as she attempted to stab my feet with it. I tried jumping over it several times before she ended up splitting one of my ankles. I instantly fell to the floor, holding my ankle. I winced in pain as the warm blood trailed its way down my ankle to drip onto the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” I yelled at her. My face twisted with anger.
She giggled, running away towards her room. The slam of her door sounded through the house.
I hobbled to the bathroom. Opened the cupboard and found the first aid kit. I put some Hydrogen Peroxide onto a cotton ball and dabbed it on the cut. I found a cotton gauze and wrapped it around my ankle. As soon as I had finished wrapping, I began searching through the medicine cabinet. I discovered a small bottle with a bit of tranquilizer in it. It was my mom’s since she worked with kids that had mental disorders and would sometimes lash out. I also found one of my dad’s needles that he used for his insulin. Bad thoughts swarmed my head as I pierced the top of the bottle with the needle and started filling it with the clear liquid.
What if she kills you? What if you kill her? Are you really going to have the courage to inject her with this?
I shook my head as if I could really shake the thoughts out if I did it hard enough.
I took a deep breath as I turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway. Walking with the needle in hand, my heart was beating in my throat. Her deranged laugh still able to be heard. I let out a shaky breath as I was now facing her door.
To be continued…