Alice is a police dispatcher for a quiet city. Not much goes on where she lives. Most of her shifts are during the night, the graveyard shift. With this job, you have to deal with pressure and have a lot of patience. She receives a few weird calls b...
Alice gets off in about 2 hours. She has been acting a little bit different. I don't know whats up with her, I hope her insomnia isn't getting to her. I've been thinking a lot lately. A lot about the past.
But he's gone.
Am I seeing things? Is it all in my mind?
It has to be, ghosts aren't real. Right?
I'm laying down in bed, watch the numbers on the clock go.
It's 3:10 AM. I swear it said that 10 minutes ago.
Why is time going by so slow?
As I sit up and lean against the headboard, I feel a sense of sorrow and sadness. I feel as if the room was closing in on me. I feel constricted as if something is wrapped around me.
I start to look around the room, moving my eyes rapidly to see if I could see something.
I suddenly can't move my arms or anything. I'm stuck in the position, like I'm in sort of paralyzed state.
What the hell?
As I struggle to move, I see something pop up in front of me.
It can't be.
It can't be real.
Ghosts aren't real.
I get a death stare with their eyes wide open. The whites of their eyes are so prevalent in the dark room. I could see the veins on the whites of their eyes. Their lips so pale with a hue of blue. Their hair wet, dripping on the sides of their cheeks.
Why do you have to fucking remind me? It's not my fault. It was an accident. Don't take it out on me. I'm sorry.
Not once, do I blink, nor does he. I can't close my eyes, I can't control my body. They want me to see, they want me to look in their eyes.
I finally could move my eyes, but nothing else. I close my eyes and start imagining Alice. Trying to find peace of mind. I open them back up to meet their face just an inch away from me.
I couldn't even scream, but my heart beats rapidly, making my whole body vibrate.
I close my eyes again for a minute. I open them back up to see they have left. I could finally move. I crash onto the floor, gasping for air.
I'm going crazy, this is just guilt. It's not real Jin. It's not.
I bring myself back to reality and close my eyes. I try to breathe in a pattern, trying to calm myself.
