"It's fine...drink the venom..." A silhouette grabbed my chin and tilted it backwards. My eyes widened, it was blurry. I can't see. I pulled away from the silhouette of the man, and started running away.

Everywhere I looked, a broken mirror in my presence. I glanced everywhere, there was always...a distorted person in the cracked mirror.

I felt someone grab me by my hair, I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't budge.

My eyes snapped open, I was trembling, I couldn't move or speak. I could only move my eyes, I glanced to my left, there was a…distorted, tall person standing over my bed side. My eyes widened.

They slowly extended their hand towards me, their fingers were broken and cracking with every movement. They almost touched my face, before they disappeared in a flash, I quickly sat up.

I was too scared to even move, I glanced around quickly, my closet abruptly opened, I jumped, I looked over at the closet, no one. I glanced at the mirror, there was a reflection of a distorted man.

I saw the tall man. Ii started trembling, my breathing ragged. I quickly turned back to the closet. No one!? I glanced back at my mirror, the man was gone. I sighed. "I was imagining it?" I went back to looking forward. No... The tall man, at the edge of my bed, I blinked, he was now on my bed.

I screamed silently, my breathing coarse and rugged, trembling heavily. Before I could react, i heard a loud crack, he twIsted his head off.

I screamed, holding my hair, my eyes closed. I was screaming loudly. I heard footsteps going back to the closet, but Furthermore, I couldn't hear clear through my loud, high-pitched screaming. I heard loud thumping down the hallway.

My door burst open. My parents. They rushed over to me. Furthermore, I was still screaming like a maniac.

"W-what's wrong?" My mom touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes, my screaming quieting down. "M-man…. T-Tall man..!" I pointed to the closet, they both sighed. And grabbed my face gently.

They both looked at each other. "Another one...?" My mom asked my dad. He nodded. "C'mon, let's go get your schizophrenic pills." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up gently, we walked to the kitchen. Our footsteps hollowing through the hallway.

He took me by the cupboard and pulled an orange container out with my name on it, a prescription bottle. Not only that, but he took one out, and walked to the sink, holding a glass cup. He turned the faucet on with a snap, he filled it up and handed it to me.

"Here. Drink." He handed me the pill, I put it in my mouth, it had a bitter taste, I cringed and swallowed it with water. He patted my head.

"Now, go to sleep." He yawned and walked back to their room with my mom. I hesitantly walked back downstairs to the basement, my room, I turned the lights on; then sat on my bed, opening a book, carefully.

Why am I...So...sick?