You're Dead

4:15 AM. The clouds rumbled. The trees swayed. The curtains in somebody's room flew open and stayed airborne as the insistent wind picked up speed and took it's course around the room. A dark, strange figure began to take shape in the room as the curtains were still separated. The black, shadowy figure took it's shape in full - and began to to walk towards the person who was asleep on the bed. And then, a timer on a nightstand began to blare.

NO RESPONSE

4:15 AM. The birds chirped. The curtains fell back into their original form of death. The night turned into day as the ever-so bright sun began to rise from the east. Half-eaten snacks lay all over the bed, and glasses which had started to gather dust sat on the nightstand. And then, somebody yawned.

"Aw man, I so wanted to sleep more", said a male voice, still yawning. "Fuck you for that, by the way.", it said to the alarm, with what seemed like genuine hate. "You wake me up every damn day without a care in the world that I might actually wake up", said the voice.

"Which, just for the record, is every. Damn. Day."

Then the person proceeded to beat the shit out of the alarm, before sitting in bed, shaking.

"Why did you do it?", the voice said in a low voice. "Why..Ayla..why?"

"Why what?", said another voice, though this one was female. "And why are you..wait, are you crying??"

"Huh??", said the first voice, snapping back to reality. "Ayla?! What are you doing here??"

A tear. Just a tear.

"I don't know, what I do literally every damn day.", said Ayla, moving across the room and sitting on a chair. "Jakol..I've been noticing recently, but, are you okay?"

"Okay..?", Jakol said, a tear rolling down his cheeks. "What about me being okay?"

A dagger.

"Oh my God, Jakol, you are crying", Ayla said, moving swiftly to his side. "Why the hell are you crying? You never cry, not in the four years that I've known you"

"Four years isn't enough to know a person."

"Well, I..don't", Jakol finally managed, wiping tears rolling down his cheeks. "I never do cry."

"So why the hell are you crying now, Jakol?", Ayla demanded, getting a tissue and dabbing it at Jakol's eyes awkwardly. "Getting all emotional in front of a girl is truly.."

"I know", said Jakol, taking the tissue from Ayla and wiping his tears. "It's pathetic".

"It is, it really is", tutted Ayla, staring at Jakol disappointedly. "And you would think that such a hottie who is wanted by, like, literally the entire fucking state of Arizona would at least be mature enough to not cry, especially in front of another hottie, who, by the way, is modelling for the New York Times, for God's sake." She shook her head as if the entire scene was unbelievable. "You really need to grow up, Jakol.", Ayla said, standing up and walking to the door. "You really need to".

As she went to turn the door handle, she stopped. "Why..are you crying though?"

"Because", said a voice, "you're dead."

Next Chapter coming soon!