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« on: April 01, 2012, 06:29:33 pm »
Unnerved, I stare at my phone, white-faced. Now it's messing with my phone service? What the hell does it want from me?
I'd barely heard Aural's voice come up after the strange electronic hissing, but I finally tuned in just in time to hear him ask me to call back. I briefly let myself wallow in the guilt and regret I felt about not telling my friends (which right now as much my family as my blood family; you tended to get really close to people you live with for a few years) what was going on with me right now, but I quickly comforted myself with the fact that I couldn't- they'd think I was going nuts. Probably try to get me to see the shrink, too. Well, I'd already tried that, and it hadn't helped at all. Not really surprising, when I think about it; psychiatrists dealt with what was wrong with your head, not what was wrong with reality. I need help, but not that kind of help.
I decided that I would call Aural back later, when my head wasn't pounding quite so much. And after I'd eaten something.
I move west and into the kitchen, heading towards fridge to grab a quick bite to eat. As I move past, I look down at the counter, seeing a pile of papers and other things that I didn't remember putting there. At the very top was a magazine with a title that was emblazoned with the title Paranormal.
I was fairly certainly that it wasn't healthy to turn pale as often as I was lately.
Slowly I reach out to touch the cover of the magazine. Could it...? It explained everything. The voice, the stalkers, and now that strange phone call... I picked up it up and flipped it open, skimming through the pages. The first page I stopped on was an article on UFOs, and I voraciously devoured the text. As I read it, I became less and less terrified and more and more amused.
This guy's nuts! I thought with a chuckle, shaking my head. Suddenly I had no idea why I'd ever even contemplated that something supernatural could be behind this. None of the things that had been happening lately couldn't be explained by something that was completely within the realms of reality. And this whole Paranormal mag belonged in one place and one place only.
I threw the magazine in the nearby trashcan (which was really just a trashbag) and continued on to the fridge.
Let's see... some bread, some milk... wait, what's the expiration date? I check. Two days. I think about that for a moment, trying to remember how far from the expiration date it was safe to eat a dairy product, but my aching head reminded me how much I wasn't fit for such an exhausting activity. Good enough. Okay, how about some eggs? Damn, empty. Why did I leave an empty egg carton here? Um... Bacon? There's a few pieces left, except... ew. Mold. Ah, I'll just cut out the furry bit. I think I ran out of cereal last week, cheese went moldy a few days ago... god, I really need to go shopping. I sigh, holding my head in my hand. This whole voice-in-my-head deal is really screwing with my schedule.
(insert cooking and eating breakfast scene here)
"Well, I guess it's time to call Aurel now." I mutter to myself. I stare at the phone, strangely reluctant to start dialing. My eyes started wandering toward the trashbag. Maybe- No. That stuff is garbage, and you know it.
I dialed in the number resolutely. While waiting for the call to connect, I idly glanced at the fridge, Note to self: pick up some groceries later. Make sure it's enough to last a few weeks.
As soon as the phone picked up, I started talking, "Aurel, hey! Sorry about leaving so abruptly last night, I really wasn't feeling all that great. Anyways, I'm feeling better now, aside from the whole hangover deal. What's up?"
