Oh, you’re back? Ok, let’s proceed from last time…
“AAAHHHHHHH!!!!” I screamed. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL-”
There was writing on my wall. In red. It said:
I CAN SEE YOU JAZz!
“Hey!” exclaimed my mum. “Why the hell are you shout-”.
She stopped dead when she saw the writing. Mum stared at the red scrawl on the wall for at least 10 seconds.
“Go downstairs.” muttered mum.
“Umm…”, I yelped. “Why do I need to-”
“NOW!” mum yelled.
Jeez, ok. Did I mention my mother had anger issues?
I started on my homework. Maths, history and a bit of english.
That’s all I remember of that day.
I probably had dinner at some point and went to bed. But that section of the day was all gone.
The next day, something even more strange happened. The only thing I remember from that day was me, in the kitchen.
These are my surroundings:
A bloody knife on the kitchen table (WTH), and droplets of (I presume) blood.
So I followed the glistening red spots, and my heart stopped.
Another message on the wall.
LOOK AT YOUR ARM, JAZZ.
DO YOU REMEMBER?
I looked at my arm.
And there was a large gash on my arm, and my hand had dried blood smeared across.