The memory of the flames and yelling had always stuck with her. Till this day, it stuck to her-- Like ash clinging to a wet surface, the memories were engrained, inescapable. Since her beginnings of inhabiting where she was born had begun, her normal symptoms that she had learned to ignore prior to moving? Those were hitting their all-time peak and Hayley began to wonder if possibly this had to do with the impossible control over her emotions during this rollercoaster of events had anything to do with it.
The night terrors had gotten so bad, she was beginning to wake up her roommate, Sohee, with her screaming late into the night-- her heart beating from her chest and her eyes welled with tears. Closing her eyes felt as if she would cease to exist and that she was allowing the evil to crawl in on pointed toes and surround her--letting her guard free each time her eyes had closed.
Was it that things were too familiar to a past life she almost remembered? She had no idea. Sohee worried for her, her passive smiles as she flapped a hand to her friend's worries. Yet, who could see a person screaming bloody murder at 3 in the morning, a layer of sweat-- tears prickling to the corners of her waterlogged eyes, misty vision. The facade of a girl with Zero worries was a false one and this began to show at an alarming rate . . . how could she maintain her safe zone of comfort? What did she need to do?
When she had turned four, the 'visions' had become the worst of all; spirits . . . Why did they linger to her? It wasn't long after the fire that they began to line within her vision and slowly, but surely, they began to see her too-- notice that SHE could see them. This was the truth in the matter. Some were friendly ghosts, she considered them her friends-- imaginary if not, but somehow she remained popular with such an affliction-- 'delusions' they were considered by some. Pretending like this wasn't an attribute was how she made it this far.
Was her life misfortunate? Hayley denied believing so . . . To look at the others in the orphanage and think that this was once her . . . She had a fortune that many did not receive despite her misfortunes. She was loved and had a home who supported her whilst providing for her in anyway that they felt possible. She was privileged in such a way if it was thought of.
The car rides that passed the rubble of a building were spent with breath's held tight, an unease of settlement. The history that had taken its course to unfold some years before to still haunt her to this day. an inescapable affliction. . . . This was until she had reached her limit. No more, she was tired of living in this feeling of fear-- The ghosts around her would remain, but this crippling obstruction in her heart-- her mind? She was going to remove it.
The idea wasn't properly planned, an action that was executed through the power of will on a whim, she was making her treck to the abandoned apartments: Phone in hand which much little else, She had paused her movement with an uneasy feeling. The location was plagued with countless vibrations of an inscrutable dread. How many more had died? Not just her parents, but others . . . She was in a loss for such overwhelming emotions, and she was sure that the spirits were subjecting her to such sadness-- she could relate to this well.
Upon approach to the opening where a door once stood and was only replaced by a heavy metal; she struggled to push it aside. A grunt of exertion leaving her that was almost as loud as the chiseled shrill screech of concrete to metal. She was inside. the inside of the building had an odd smell, and was pitch black. . . Wouldn't anything tell you to turn back? Apparently, nothing did for her. . .
A deep inhale was taken before she opened her phone, camera light filled. The city has begun to dim and the night was heading through. What did she expect to accomplish as her feet scraped the concrete? Hayley knew none other than the fact that it felt like something she needed to do. . . But what was it that she really DID need to do? she hoped she’d find that out inside.
