Lisa Blankenship (karanissa) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-17 16:30:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Another Haunting, Five Doors Down...
Who: Lisa (No, Karen, not Lisa)
When: Shortly after midnight on the morning of December 31
Where: Lisa's room
What: A nightmare (NSFW)
While Sean was having his nightmare, five rooms away Lisa had just entered her own room and locked the door behind her. No, not Lisa; once she was safely in her own room she could drop the masquerade and be Karen again, if only for a little while.
After removing her shoes and socks, Karen retrieved an over-sized t-shirt, turned out the lights, and crawled beneath the covers of her bed. Hidden beneath the covers, she slipped out of her cheerleader uniform and into the t-shirt. Like a turtle emerging from its shell, she poked her head and arms out from under the cover and tossed the uniform onto the floor; she would put it away properly tomorrow. Relaxing in her bed, she was asleep within minutes, and soon she was experiencing a nightmare of her own.
Karen was standing naked on a mirrored surface that stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. The sky was a solid black that extended to the mirrored horizon. Encircling her in a seemingly random, haphazard pattern were thousands upon thousands of identical mirrors, each about three feet wide and six feet tall and each facing directly toward her. She turned this way and that, but everywhere she was greeted by thousands of copies of her own face looking back at her. She shivered in the cold air, and tried futilely to cover her nakedness with her arms and hands. A tear ran down one cheek. "Where am I? What am I doing here?" she called into the emptiness. "I just want to go home; I want my life back the way it was!"
From somewhere behind her, the sharp, sudden sound of shattering glass impacted the air and sent a shiver up her spine. Karen heard a familiar feminine voice say "YOU want YOUR life back?" Spinning around, Karen saw a pale, deathly image of Lisa, the REAL Lisa, floating in the air where one of the mirrors had stood seconds before. The mirror itself was gone, and the mirrored surface on which it had stood had cracked and fallen away, leaving a jagged hole exposing a pool of dark red liquid - blood. The vision of Lisa had a bullet hole in her forehead, and a stream of blood ran down her face and dripped off her chin into the waiting pool of blood below.
"YOU want YOUR life back?" the apparition repeated. "What about MY LIFE? You took it from me! I'M the one who's supposed to be alive! I'M the one who's supposed to be on this cruise! Allen and me!" Karen again heard the sound of shattering glass. Spinning around, she saw that another mirror was gone, and another image of Lisa floated above another jagged hole and another pool of blood. Now Lisa's accusations came from both apparitions. "It was supposed to be my money! Mine and Allen's! I worked hard for that money! Why didn't you just DIE!" More and more mirrors were smashing all around her, and each time a reflection of Karen was replaced by an image of Dead Lisa. More and more copies of Lisa's voice joined in the accusing chorus.
Karen tried to cover her ears, tried to shut out the voices, but it didn't help. "No! I didn't want any of this! It's all your fault! You're the one who did this to me!" She tried to argue against the chorus, tried to defend herself. None of it helped. She felt guilt and fear washing through her. The sound of shattering glass was a cacophony all around her now, and at least half of the mirrors had now been replaced by Dead Lisas, each hovering over a jagged blood-filled hole. And the cracks in the ground were expanding from the holes, reaching towards her feet.
The chorus of Dead Lisas was deafening. "You can't replace me! You can't live MY life! How dare you even TRY!" The cracks from the bloody holes continued to expand, and Karen could feel the floor cracking through her bare souls. She looked around desperately for more solid ground, but there was none. The glass beneath her finally gave way, and she was plunging into a bottomless pool of blood...
Karen awoke with a sudden jerk as her muscles reacted to the fall. She was back in her bed now, and once again surrounded by reflections of herself. She was soaked with sweat. She got out of bed and walked with trembling knees to the bathroom. Under a mirrored ceiling and surrounded by mirrored walls, she ran some cold water in the mirrored sink and splashed some on her face. She thought about her situation. The cruise was more than halfway over, and she still had no idea what she was going to do when they arrived at Bermuda. Was there an extradition treaty between the U.S. and Bermuda? She had no idea. She didn't have a passport, either; how was she going to get through customs? And why had none of this occurred to her before? She marked it up to temporary insanity, brought on by her panic after her husband and her friend had tried to kill her. What could she do? She had thought about seeking sanctuary. She had gone to the chapel earlier in the day, hoping to find out if sanctuary was a possibility, but she had found the chapel already occupied by Sean the FBI Guy, who was talking to some priest. Maybe she would try again tomorrow. For now, though, it looked like she was in for another sleepless night.