Novel & Cerita I Can Hear Myself Blink

Pretty sure it's just going to be me and some staff. “Think Positive Morgan”I whisper to myself as I stare out the window gazing at the vast blue sea. After just sitting in one place my head has been playing out it's own Rhythm as it pounded heavily. I could feel my eyes spinning and cold sweat breaks out across my forehead as black dots swirls around my eyes.

The flashback of my memories gives me a headache. When I suddenly hear a whistle, a familiar whistle but I can’t remember what it is he whistles, and the light blinks that makes me scared. I don’t want to look back because I am scared but I need to see what is happening. The whistle gets nearer and nearer and the light blinks faster and faster. Until the whistle and the blink of the light suddenly stop and I can feel his breath on my neck. I turned around and I saw him floating, facing me now.

I didn't hear any reply from his side so I thought that all this was going on in my head and a self mocking chuckle escaped my lips as I spoke to myself "Great now I am hearing his voice too." My eyes were still closed as I didn't want to see what was going around me but they were soon startled open when the same voice was heard near my ear "So this proves that you see me when I am not present and you miss me which means that you live me just as much as I like you."

I shot my head up with the speed of light, snapping my teary gaze to the mirror and my heart broke at my reflection. "I am not alone!" I yelled back at the voice in my head, not caring that Iris was right on the other side of the room. "I am not alone. I am not alone. I am not alone." I chanted it like a mantra, muttering it under my breath for as long as I needed to. "I am not alone. I have Iris. I am not alone." I whispered, wiping my tears aggressively.

I rub my legs together, I want him, I always do. "You're lying," he remarks and I shake my head. Tears well in my eyes for staring too long without blinking. His voice is a whisper when he says, "Blink." As those words depart his lips, I blink multiple times and push back the tears. Brandon chuckles like he's in on a secret privy to him alone. His hand moves to the nape of my neck, I wipe the tears leaking from the corner of my eyes. "You don't blink when you are lying."

“Elijah… please…” I could barely hear myself. Couldn’t recognize the sound. Was that even me? There was no reply. “Elijah!” I croaked louder, breath hitching in my throat. “Elijah, please! Help me!” Still silence. The kind that presses on your bones. The kind that makes you certain, utterly, horribly certain, that you are alone. “My eyes…” The words cracked like dry leaves. “My eyes…NO! No no no! My eyes… help me! Please!”

Heavier. I blink slowly, trying to focus again, but the edges of my vision start to blur in a different way now, darker, like something is closing in from the sides. “No,” I murmur, shaking my head slightly. Not now. I press my fingers into the dirt again, grounding myself, forcing my focus to stay sharp. “You’re fine,” I tell myself, the words quiet but firm. I try again. My hand presses down. My arm pushes. My body barely lifts this time before it gives out again.

I asked. "I am not him. He is looking at me from the mirror. Look at these pieces". He said. We looked at the pieces of the broken mirror. There was the reflection of Ryan laughing in every piece. I asked him to get up. We went outside the bathroom. "What was this?" I asked Emma. "Maybe that's because of his parents. His hand got healed and the mirror looked possessed with magic". Emma whispered. "I can still hear you". Ryan said. Emma looked at me surprisingly. "Infact, I can hear all the voices coming from outside. These voices are giving me a headache. My vision. Why can I see everything clearly without eye glasses". He said.

Roughened, sleep‑hoarse, scraped raw at the edges. I tried to turn toward it. My neck twitched an inch and gave up. Air moved; the mattress dipped as someone leaned over me. “Hey,” he said, closer now. “Hey, hey. Don’t force it. Blink if you can hear me.” Blink, I thought. Right. I ordered my eyelids down. They stuck halfway, then obeyed. The world blurred into shape. Ceiling tiles. A sliver of fluorescent. The edge of a monitor.

Hence, I crouched slightly, forcing myself to look calm. If I couldn’t hear Zack’s thoughts, I might have already lost control and attacked him. And if I did, the doctors would have me strapped down and signed into a psychiatric hospital. I smoothed the rage from my face and spoke calmly, “Where’s my baby? The one I just miscarried. It wasn’t even three months old.” Zack patted my head tenderly, faking sympathy. “It looks like we need to increase your dosage. You’re still hallucinating. You never got pregnant, and now you’re imagining a miscarriage.”