Jessica
I look down at my hands in shock as I stare at the long nails, or rather claws, that have sprung out of my fingers. My hands are shaking because I'm scared as fuck because where did these come from, I never had these claws so how is this possible?
Could it be that I died and I went to some kind of after life, or I'm not dead but I'm in a coma and I'm stuck in a weird ass dream that's going to be lasting for months, or worse, years.
"JESSICA!" a knock on the door startles me and my father seems worried, of course he's worried he heard me scream. "JESSICA ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Another knock, I turn around to address him, tell him that everything's okay. I don't want him to see me like this.
He'll only worry, and I'm tired of making him worry.
As soon as I turn my head to answer him, I gasp when I see what's in the mirror. My eyes are a bright emerald green. I knew I wasn't hallucinating when I saw it the first time. This time it isn't going anywhere, it's staying.
The green eyes don't want to go away; they're here to stay.
Great, that gasp has given my dad more reason to worry because he doesn't stop hitting on the door.
"Jessica, don't make me break this door down." he knocks again, and you can tell that he's very scared.
And I am more scared, I'm panicking. I don't want him to see me like this. This is all so weird.
"I'm fine, Dad!"
"No, you're not fine. Jessica, what's going on?"
Oh shit.
My dad isn't going to let this go; he's going to continue pressing and pressing until I open this door.
"Come on go away." I whisper to the long claws that appeared out of nowhere. I look at myself in the mirror and I tell my eyes to do the same thing. They're beautiful of course. I look like a different person but I don't want them this is crazy.
My dad's going to freak.
What the fuck is even happening? Why is this happening right now? Come o,n come on come on, go away.n
I stop when I hear someone call my name. It's not in a scared worried way like my dad right now. my dad is shouting my name in capital letters and several exclamation marks. But the person that just called my name is calling my name with calmness and their voice is smooth.
"Jessica." A deep male voice calls my name again, and I look around to see where the voice is coming from.
Not only am I scared, but I'm confused.
Oh God, I shouldn't even be alive right now, dark I know, but what the hell happened at the car accident to have caused me to gain mental health issues?
I'm imagining the voice just like I'm imagining the green eyes and the claws.
I think I should go to a psychiatric hospital to cure myself of this disease. I close my eyes, trying my best to close the voice, but to no avail. I end up closing the voice of my worried dad instead. The voice of the strange male is still calling my name.
"Jessica, I know this might seem crazy, but you have to relax. It's all going to be okay. I promise you. You can put your nails and your eyes back to normal, all you have to do is concentrate."
And all of a sudden, I'm not spiralling, I'm not panicking, I am calm. His voice is very calming. Whoever he is. God? I was never a religious person, but I've heard stories of people who claim they have talked to God.
But I've hung out with a lot of atheists than I have religious people, and they have said time and time again that that's not a voice from God, but schizophrenia, and we've laughed about it so many times. Maybe that's the case, maybe I am schizophrenic.
"Jessica, you are not schizophrenic. Please listen to me."
Whoa, okay, how did he know what I was thinking?
Okay, okay, maybe I should listen to him.
"You've got this," he says like he's known me my whole life, and I know that I don't know him.
But I've got this. I can do this.
My eyes are shut and I think of my nails going back to normal, I think of my eyes going back to the same color of my mom's eyes, honey brown. I think of my mom and her smile and her laughter and how beautiful she was. I feel whole, I feel calm.
I feel something move in my fingers and when I open up my eyes I look down to see my nails have gone back to normal. I look up and my eyes are honey brown again.
I scoff, grinning like the Chester cat.
"THAT'S IT I'M BREAKING THE DOOR!"
Oh no, my dad. I forgot about him. I quickly move toward the door and I open it to see him almost wanting to actually break the door.
His whole body is frozen, but not his eyes because they look me up and down.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"I'm fine, Dad, I just had a little headache. But I'm fine now."
He's not convinced.
"Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes, dad I'm fine. No need to worry I'll just take a shower and I'll join you for dinner okay?"
His face relaxes, but slowly. He's convinced now.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything, okay?"
"Sure." he slowly turns around and he walks away. I quickly run into the bathroom and I shut the door.
I rest my back on the door, and I let out a sigh of relief.
I bring out my fingers and it's back to normal no claws nothing, I look at my eyes, still honey brown.
What the fuck just happened? And most especially who the fuck was that?
It's 10:30am but I didn't sleep well last night I couldn't stop thinking about what happened yesterday and who spoke to me. It was all so bizarre and it felt like dream. I kept on looking in the mirror to see if those green eyes would come back again but nope, they're gone.
I kept on looking at my fingers to see if they'd be abnormally long again but nope. They were in perfect condition they still are.
But something strange did happen to me this morning.
I had a head injury this morning, and that's why I had a bandage wrapped around my head. But this morning, something told me to remove it.
Something? Or someone.
So I did remove it, disregarding the fact that I have a heavy wound that needed to be healed. So imagine my shock when I removed the bandage and saw nothing.
It was like I didn't get into a car accident at all. No wound, no blood, no sign that I may have received a heavy cut from the windshield on my head at all. It was all smooth and clear.
What the fuck? I whisper to myself.
What the fuck? My dad said the same thing while observing my forehead.
"You're a miracle." he said to me and I just smile at him because even I don't know what that means, this is coming from someone who isn't religious by the way. For my dad to say something like that, it's strange. Why am I a miracle. What have I done to deserve such a claim?
I'm currently walking to a cafe with one of my best friend's Sofia whom gave me a big hug who insisted on buying me coffee. She hasn't stopped holding me since she gave me that hug and she hasn't stopped talking about how much of a bad friend Daphne is for having sex with Jeremy.
"The audacity to do that to your best friend is appalling, she says in a grimace.
Sofia is Roman is American who loves to act british. I've known her since freshman year of college. She majored in marketing. She has long blond hair, blue eyes and she always has a headband on her head.
She's the only one amongst us who drinks tea with her pinky out and calls cookies biscuits. I still don't know what she's doing in New York since she's always wanted to live in London.
"Yeah, it's so hurting."
"I know ,and then there's the accident. Oh, you poor thing." She rubs my hand, and I feel so uncomfortable right no,w which is strange because I've never hated the idea of physical you,ch especially when it comes to my friends.
I hear growling and my eyes grow wide because I think it's my friend Sofia but it's not. It's the dog that's by the pavement staring at me like he wants to eat me.
We're walking past him when he begins to bark. I jump, and then I do the weirdest thing. I hiss at the dog. Sofia pulls me away from the dog.
"Oh my God, can people control their pets?" Sofia asks in annoyance. We're walking away, and the dog is still barking. I want to rush over to it and kick it until it flies away.
But where is all this coming from? I've never been a dog person, but still, why do I want to harm a dog?
"They're filthy, nasty creatures, that's why."
That voice again. Holy shit. Who the fuck is that and what is happening to me?