"Alexis."
"Alexis we're here."
"I told you we would come for you."
"You didn't believe us."
"Are you scared Alexis?"
"Oh you should be..."
Hands tear at my jacket but I stay crumbled up in a ball, unmoving. Nails dig into my skin but I stay put. I am not moving.
"Alexis."
"Alexis look at your blood."
"Lexi Lexi here she goes, bleeding her way to us you know. For when she dies, she'll be alive, right by our sides. She hears us! She hears us! And feels our touch. Blood! Blood! Tastes so good! We want it! We do! Look at it too! All shiny and new! Alexis! Alexis! Give it to us!" A million voices chant and I know what is coming, this is the big finally. My whole body tenses a second before their teeth sink in, nails dig deep, claws slice through clothes and skin, hands bruise and punch and pull on my hair. But I don't cry out. I don't do anything. I just wait them out or else I'll never get rid of them.
I don't know who they are but I know what they look like. Black and bony, death itself like reapers of the mind they try to steal me away. They are figures and move in the shadows, awaiting my arrival so they can steal my blood. Sometimes they appear almost human and that's what's scary. But when they smile their mouths pull back from ear to ear a wicked smirk showing deteriorating zombie gums and all long pointy teeth. That's how I know the difference. No one else sees them. They don't go after anyone else. For some reason they attack me but whenever anyone else comes around, they shriek and float away.
Jack was suppose to be here tonight. Jack asked me on a date, I should've known he would play me and not show up. But I was too excited from the fact that someone actually took the time to ask me on a date no matter if he showed up or not, he must have noticed me either way if he was playing a trick on me or not. And so I waited and waited and waited by the Café he told me to meet him at. I knew he wasn't coming after an hour had passed but still my mind countered with a hundred ideas of why he would be held up for so long and that he'd show up soon. I don't even like him but I've never been on a date before... And I got the least bit of happy when he asked me out... I went into the Café, sat down, ordered some stuff, waited there for another hour and then I left. I was so enraged I didn't even think about the Voices. That's what I call them, the dead figures. Because when I was younger I only heard voices... And then they started to grow.
I was so upset I went around slamming my fists into whatever it could find until I turned around and there one was... With its devilish smirk that's enough to freeze a heart of fire. I took off running, thinking I lost it. But I should have known better. There is just no way to lose Voices. In my head... Under my bed... Everywhere!
I started to walk again. What a mistake. And then they attacked me. And now here I am, huddled over, lying helplessly on the ground. Blood pouring out of me, bruises painting my canvas body. And what an ugly picture painted. Such an ugly painting. My breaths come in wheezes and finally the Voices stop. I'm thinking they're just tired of killing me but again, my stupidity is too high tonight. Emerging from the shadows are three huge men. The Purple Dragons... I groan and try getting up but I can't. The Voices have left screaming and the men's voices come to replace it.
"Would you look at this... A little girly stranded all by herself in the middle of no where." The biggest man says, laughing with the others.
"Looks like somebody else got to her before we did..." A smirk lines them as they move in on me. Terror grips me by the throat as I desperately try getting away, pushing back with what strength I have but my back presses up against the brick wall and I'm trapped again. God dam it! Could this night get any worse?!?
But something unexpected happens then... A, what looks like to be, giant mutant turtle, jumps down in front of me. His back, or shell, is facing me as he spins his sais.
"Ya wanna touch 'er? Go 'head. Means ya wanna die." When he speaks his voice is a bit raspy but he has this sexy Brooklyn accent. He fights them off with ease, I know how to fight too. But it's hard to defeat things that aren't there for anyone else. These Voices don't feel my clawing and pushing and shoving. I go through them and I wish they'd go through me... But they don't... Not anymore.
The last thing that utters my mouth before I fall unconscious, is, "Don't hurt me... Don't leave me alone..."