It's Friday
By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen
Alice awoke with a start. She had another nightmarish dream. As she tried to control her breathing, she could help but look at the clock.
3:30 in the morning, again. Same dream again. People chasing her with knives, Chelsea grins stitched across their faces. Like that Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode that Jake dared her to watch. That was when he was still living and not six feet underground. That was before she found him holding an gun to his throat, brain matter everywhere. Kurt Cobain style.
She lay in the dark for a while, then switched on her bedside lamp.
As she got up she looked at the photo of her and Jake. They were smiling, happy.
She walked quietly to the bathroom and took a deep breath. She reached into her pyjama top and pulled out the pocket knife. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and sighed before driving her through her flesh.
The date was Friday the 13th,
For the last time...
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen
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