The Noah Inside Me - Chapter 1

The Noah Inside Me-Chapter 1
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The Noah Inside Me
chapter 1


I was on the floor of the doctor's office gripping my head and laughing like a maniac. Maybe I am already...I laughed harder at the thought, my pure black eyes rolling in the back of my head. I started scratching at my chest trying to rip the pain away from myself. It hurts so much...
My friend Brendan jumped down from the wax papered bed and tried holding my arms down to the cold tiled floor so I wouldn't hurt myself. Not like I haven't already... My eyes shot back forward as I got loose from Brendan's grasp and grabbed the plain white tank he was wearing and pulled him to my face. I looked straight into his wide worried filled brown eyes. I felt my hysteria soften until the pain in my body came back. It felt like I was being eaten from the inside out, my fesh on my forehead singeing, and all my flesh feeling as if it were decaying rapidly. The smell of burning flesh filled my nose and the taste of blood filled my mouth. As if my body had a mind of its own, I began screaming in Brendan's face. I'm sorry, Brendan. I watched his surfer built body begin to shake and his eyes fill with so many emotions, as I contiuned to scream at him so violently my body began shaking uncontrolably as well. My periferal vision began turning black as if an inky black web was slowly forming around the inside of my eye and soon covered the whole of my eye. My screaming then turned to hysteria. I let go my grasp of Brendan's shirt and fell backward. My head bouncing off the floor.
"Tripp!" I heard Brendan yell. I guess he was yelling. He sounds so far away.
My back arched and I tried digging my black nails into the floor, which obviously didn't help. I heard Brendan scream some more words and felt him on the other side of me holding my face in his hands. My eyes stung with the tears that were pouring down my pale white cheeks. Make it stop, just please God, if you are real, just please make it all stop.
As if the prayer angered the pain inside me, it jerked my arched torso so hard I felt a crack. My ribs are breaking...
The only sound I heard now was the screaming and the pulsating pain in my head. No, no, no, no, no. My body felt like it was being burned. It spread across my forehead and down my body. Every place it would find, was now covered in a blistering heat.
I felt myself being pinned down to the floor. I was trying my hardest to shake them off and trying my hardest to rip my flesh off my own body. Just kill me! I began laughing as the thought hit me. I couldn't control myself. WHAT'S HAPPENING?! I laughed harder and harder as the pain got worse and worse. My screams now gone, but replaced with painful jolts of laughter. My eyesight was finally brought back as I got flashes of people that now crowded the once was empty doctor's room. Nurses in white uniforms tried clinging my arms to my sides and others were trying to hold my back down. I screamed at the shearing pain the uniforms brought to my eyes. So bright...
Brendan was standing the closest to me. Tears were streaming down his face, his perfect straight long brown hair with the tint of blonde that streaked his hair that I loved so much was now messy and drenched in sweat. He looked like he was screaming and telling me something, but my laughter and pain were too loud to hear his voice. My eyes couldn't part from his for some reason. Just watching his eyes look into my soul killed the pain inside me slowly. I stopped screaming and laughing and my body stopped ripping itself apart. I stayed there motionless, breathing heavily, with all the nurses ontop me...Just us two, like it's always been... We stared at eachother in the deathly quiet. Brendan smiled at me and moved a matted hair away from my face.
Brendan...
" I'm sor--" I tried saying until the nurse sitting ontop my stomach moved for the doctor that just entered. I stared at the long needle he had in his hand filled with this white sticky looking substance.
"No..." I said with my eyes wide staring intently at the needle that was being brought down to the vein in the crevace in my arm. But now I had another thing to worry about...The pain that was coming back.
I felt my heartbeat pound rapidly in my ears as I felt the rushing pain burst through my chest and fill my body.
"NO!" I screamed as the force of the pain jerked my torso upright and snatched the needle from the doctor and stabbed him in the hand with it. It came out from the other side of his hand. His blood dripping on my black studded pants. With an intensity and force that was humanly impossible, I threw the nurses that were ontop me off. I stood up, threw my head back, and laughed. I grinned at the nurse that was coming at me from behind and with a slight jolt of my head and a thought of pure evil, her head was thrown back by an invisible force and she crumpled to the floor. I nudged at her dead lifeless body with my black Converse and laughed. I looked around the room at the other two nurses and doctor that were in the corner of the room, their eyes filled with pure shock and fear. I didn't pay much attention to Brendan on the other side of the room, backing away from me. I'll deal with him later.
I walked up to my victims and stood before them, smiling like mad. I clutched at my stomach at the word 'mad'. I was laughing so hard. "This is great" I laughed as I studied my victims faces; disgust and fear filled their eyes. Sigh...I'll kill them now. With a quick thought and a smile, their flesh ripped from their muscles and blood and peices of their body sprayed all over the room covering the room a deep red and other bodily colors. I laughed and bent down to the hoard of flesh before me. I dug my hands into the heap and pulled out handfulls of the substances. I brought it to my face and watched in pure facination as it fell out of my hands and with a sickening plop, fell to the floor. I giggled in pure joy and ran my bloodied tinted hands over my face, making streaks of red paint on my gray skin...gray skin?? I walked over to the mirror that hung on the backside of the door. My black hair had grown some. It was now short and spiked in the back and my two longer strips on side of my head had grown down to my chest. My skin was tinted a gray and I lifted my bangs to see five scars that traveled across my forehead, all shaped like crosses. I smiled at my new appearance and remembered Brendan.
I swiveled on my heels to face him. I studided him. We were best of friends for almost 2 years now...He looked great before me, all drenched in splats of blood. I walked closer to him and he backed away from me, his eyes filled with so many emotions. I chuckled as his body jumped from being pushed onto the wall. I put a hand on the side of his face and smiled at him kindly. "I'm not going to kill you." I told him.
His eyes were shocked at the sound of my voice. "What's happened to you, Tripp?"
"I'm not so sure." I told him and started to caress his face. He cringed at my touch and jerked away from me.
The smile vansihed from my lips. I didn't like that at all. My body acted on its own and I grabbed his wrist with so much force, I heard a crack coming from it. He screamed so painfully, I cringed myself. I quickly let go as he slid to the floor clutching his wrist. Just then I heard the door open and I swiveled my gaze to the inturder. Brendan took this chance to bolt out the now cracked open door and run. I narrowed my eyes at his retreating back and studied the person that had now walked through the door and was standing before me.
"Hi, Tripp" he said.