"Hello, Rela here, a well known actor who has played in many movies and plays. I want to grow my following so I decided to start a channel!" I looked at my hands as they shook with fear. The soft skin I had got from the many years of skin care, peeling through my thoughts. I had a cute out fit on at the moment. Blue shirt with a pink skirt, average but my favorite. My head feeling like it would split clean and fall to the floor like twigs on a tree.
My heart raced, drumming in my ears. Ears ready to fall off at any moment from the constant noise. The camera was on, I can't I must hide. For mine and everyone safety!
That's what I say but to be honest its really only my own life I would keep safe. I don't want to go back there, no matter what I do, I cannot allow myself to be controlled to the point of no return and end up there again. I have a problem… honestly when looking at that knife, one that even the sharpest knife doesn't cut deeper. I like that type, the one I'm looking at I have used many times.
"You seem pale, you've only just came back from hiatus, you need to be careful." A commenter was worried about me, so much they paid money for me to see it. This is how streaming works huh, interesting.
"There's no reason to worry!!" I lied through my teeth, the fact was. I was used to this, hiding from myself, the witch that I had become. I'm forced to, because the real me is horrible. I got closer to the blinding camera, with a winked eye as I spoke,
"I'm doing just fine, nothing to worry about, alright!"
Ding! Dong!! The door bell rang. The ringing continued my entire way to the door. Someone was here? But who?
I don't have any friends, and all my family…
Well don't worry about them. It can't be any fans because my address hasn't been made public. If it were, it would danger my fans, especially the psycho ones. There's a peep hole on the door to check beyond it.
No one's there, weird. Apon expecting, all that laid, was a crusty card board box. Opening would definitely bring dust in my house. Opening the door, to then frantically swing my head left to right was nature to me, living here was dangerous, not for me, but also for me.
My hand rubbed the package, looking for anything mildly dangerous. Holding a knife so loosely, gave me a weird feeling, don't drop, especially on me, blood would break me. Cutting the tape was easy, but pring the box inside open, brought more trouble than asked for. Placing said box on my kitchen counter I looked inside… It was a hard drive with a note that read,
"I have more", jokes on them, I don't know how to use a hard drive! Though depicting the words, it's probably some lonely fan who tried to send me… certain pictures. I have gotten them before, I am famous after all. But something about it seemed important, so I looked up how to use a hard drive, and hoped it wasn't anything I imagined.
A picture of me holding a bloody knife, with a corps behind me, filled the screen of my laptop, this one I had used to record earlier.
"But how, I don't remember doing any roles for gory villains, unless this picture is… no it can't be I wasn't even famous back then. Blood, that knife, I want to…" My creepy smile took over my brain, it said hah try to think of anything else. This was crucial, if this person has more photos of this, it could be bad. I could just say its fake if they try to get me in trouble, but it looks a bit too real for that. My heart raced, I don't want to.
"So there trying to black mail me. Well this life has gotten even more annoying." I smiled through even my eyes, nothing this interesting has happened in a long time, sure I hate this kind of thing. But a part of me is screaming to continue this threat. What do they want, I wondered, why black mail me, you wouldn't get anything interesting out of it. Money, got none of that, fame, cant jsut give that. I clicked through the hard drive trying to find any clues.
The name of the picture, it wasn't normal to say the least,
"Where I am, you could know but if you don't than, well you were nice to know."
"Really a riddle. I suck at these, but a couple places do come to mind. Actually this is easy they want me to go to the scene of this picture. This person's probably laughing through there walls right now, they want me to go on a scavenger hunt because telling me where they are would be too easy."
"This is so stupid! I can't leave, they will find me, sure I can go act at places, but that was when I wasn't as popular. The whole reason I took hiatus was because my following was getting too big. That's also why I started streaming, for a excuse to not go out. Well I guess I have no choice in the matter, fine I'll go, it's either stay here, and they will posts those pictures of me. Or go and have a slight chance others can put two and two together."
I grinned, packing my stuff together, and heading to a place I haven't been for a while. I will find them, and when I do, I'll kill them with my bare hands! Anyone who puts others lives in danger shouldn't be allowed to exist.
"Uhh, dam, I don't even have a car, when was the last time I went out? Guess I'm walking." Who needs a radio, when you can dance to the rhythm of your heart. That's what I say anyway, it's really just an excuse so I don't get annoyed. I thumped down the road, my feet lifting and lowering at the right rhythm to my heart, bump, bump, bump. Nothing monumental happened on the way thankfully, I did not want to be put on the news today. It scares me that someone has those pictures of me, if they have more, how will I know I have gotten all of them?
"Being blackmailed isn't as fun as I thought."
I creaked open the door, the place was pitch-black, the ringing in my ears getting louder as I thought about what I would do when I found this person, should I do it now. Oil spilled on the ground outside, I assume there was probably a car there before. Come to think of it, I had never seen anything like that here, despite someone I loved once living here. I slowly walked through the house, this was bringing a lot of "memories" back to me, so I was very hesitant to continue, but If I didn't then…
"What!?" I screamed stunned to even move, it was like I had just jumped so hard I paralyzed myself by breaking my back or something. My eyes widened, shaking in whatever my feeling was. Pain, sorrow, hate, fear. It was still here?
"But I swear that they found it, and got rid of it. He was why I went to that place, if only I didn't see him in that stupid movie!" it was him, the corps I had seen in the photo, he was someone I knew, though I also didn't know him.
"Stings doesnt it. Sister." I swung around to the sound of a voice... a voice I hadn't heard for a long time... a voice of someone I hate. He drove me mad, it couldnt be him. He dead right there. But his voice. My blood boiled.
Our eyes met as I struggled to stable myself still in shock, shock was the only thing i could explain my state with.
"Brother... Your alive? Than, who is... and who are... uhhh??" I was lost, my brother was there, but also dead. The person who sent those photos told me to come here, but all I see is him. Was it him? He sent that photo. Makes too much sense.