kiley ross (contradictme) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-06-27 12:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 039, kiley |
Nope.
Who: Kiley [Narrative]
When: Mid-Morning
Where: Chase's room
The weather had made it difficult to sleep. The winds and rain had been non-stop since the day before, and Kiley was quite surprised that they hadn't been swept out to sea yet. If things kept up this way, it was likely to happen. At some point in the night, Kiley had finally managed to drift off, deciding that if a hurricane was going to drown them all, then so be it. She was going to sleep, dammit.
When she eventually woke up, the room was dark from the storm, but it felt like morning. Kiley turned over and immediately frowned when she found Chase's side of the bed empty. She sat up quickly, her heart starting to race in her chest. Despite her lingering lethargy, Kiley scrambled out of bed, ignoring the fact that she was often up and moving about before Chase ever woke up, and that there was a very good chance he was just in the bathroom, or getting breakfast.
Still, she hurried over to the dresser where Kiley had placed their bags in case the rain flooded their floor. When They took someone, it seemed like They tended to take all of their belongings, wiping out any physical trace of their existence within the experiment. So when Kiley found Chase's things, her shoulders slumped with relief and she finally exhaled. Maybe she overreacted. Maybe not. Tropical Zenith seemed just as unpredictable as Regular Zenith.
Rubbing both hands over her face, Kiley started toward the bathroom. The power was still out, so she fumbled with the matches Chase had been smart enough to bring from Zenith, lighting two of the candles on the sink so she could see what she was doing. She brushed her hair and then began to twist it up to tie on top of her head to keep it out of her face. Kiley brushed her teeth next and then decided to put on her eye makeup. It was dark and creepy in the house, and they could all be killed by a hurricane at any moment, but whatever. If she was going to die, she might as well look good.
She had just finished applying her eyeliner when movement behind her caught her attention. Kiley straightened quickly and glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing there. No one. She nearly called out for Chase, but that was dumb. All the stupid bitches in horror movies always called questioningly into the dark before they were slaughtered.
Hello? Who's there? Chase is that you? and then SLASH!. Knife in the throat.
Kiley huffed out a sigh and turned back toward the mirror. She lifted the black pencil to her eyelid again when a man walked behind her. A familiar one. Kiley watched him casually grabbed a towel from the rack, like he was getting ready to take a shower. Like she wasn't even there. Kiley's eyes widened and she rounded quickly, prepared to ask Noah how the hell he had gotten there. His name immediately disappeared on her lips when she was faced yet again with the empty bathroom. Noah wasn't there. Breathing heavily now, Kiley turned back toward the mirror to look. No Noah.
"The fuck," she muttered. Kiley looked up and around the bathroom, as she assumed there had to be cameras in there somewhere. There had to be. "That's fucked up," she yelled. What did it mean? Why had Noah been in the reflection of the mirror? Did that mean he was alive? Or were they using him? What about the others? Billy? Reginald? Kiley stared into the mirror for a few moments before she dropped her eyeliner and reached up to try and move the frame. It was heavy on the wall, and she gave up after a minute or two.
Falling back on her heels, Kiley tried not to think about how this whole thing was finally getting to her. The power outage, the weather and now she was seeing things. She would rather deal with a ghost then someone she used to know. Unless that Noah was a ghost. Kiley snatched her pencil from the sink and started in on her eye make up again, this time with determination. Fuck those guys. It remained a mantra in her mind as she finished up. Fuck those guys. Fuck those guys. She wasn't scared. She refused to be scared. If They had been monitoring her heart rate, They would know she was lying, but for Kiley, it was important to be nonchalant and calm on the outside, where people could see.
Since she looked halfway decent now, Kiley tossed her make up back into the small zip up bag she'd brought with her. She lifted her gaze to the mirror one more time, uncertain as to whether or not she wanted to see someone moving around behind her again. There was no one there, but Kiley wouldn't have noticed if there had been. Her eyes were drawn to the wound on her throat. Like someone had stuck a knife inside of it, just as she'd imagined earlier. Blood gushing from the wound, down her neck toward her chest.
Kiley gasped and stumbled back until she hit the wall, both hands clamping over her throat. Her body was tense, terrified. Instinctively, Kiley screamed as thunder cracked loudly over the house. But... if her throat was cut, she wouldn't have been able to scream, right? Panting, Kiley released her throat to look at her hands. Clean. No blood. She looked into the mirror again. Her throat was fine. No blood.
It was hard to breathe now, but for different reasons. Kiley pushed away from the wall and ran from the bathroom. In the bedroom, Kiley grabbed a heavy lamp from one of the bedside tables. She yanked the cord out of the wall and took it back into the bathroom with her. It took her exactly seven seconds to destroy the mirror, angrily slamming the bottom of the lamp into the glass until it shattered completely.
With the mirror was completely destroyed now, Kiley set the lamp on the sink with shaking hands and stepped back, ignoring the tiny slivers of glass that slid into her heel. It took her a minute or two to calm down, her breathing becoming steadier. And then she realized there was glass everywhere. And very little light to see it with. Kiley didn't want Chase cutting himself, so she grabbed the small wastebasket from beside the toilet, dragging it to the mess. Kiley got onto her knees, sighed, and began to pick up the glass. She was so over this vacation. Really. Fuck those guys.