Day 6 – Blur features another one of Ana’s creepy self portraits which means I can further explore other scary situations to put her into, this time “a tug o war” with herself as she puts it over on her blogspot, check out the rest of her stuff and follow her all over social media for more creepy goodness – Instagram, Twitter, Facebook.
You ever have one of those days where everything feels like a chore and you have so much to do yet you can’t convince yourself to do anything at all? Where even the slightest bit of effort seems impossible and all you can do to justify it, is aimlessly scroll through your social media feeds.
:”Get up” the sound of my voice startled me, but it didn’t stop me from audibly answering back. “In a little bit”
“No, you’ve had enough” I said before tossing my phone across the room. “Dude, what the hell?” I yelled at myself as I walked over to the edge of the room where my phone landed on a pile of dirty clothes.
“Got you out of bed didn’t it?” I looked around the room and noticed weeks worth of laundry shoved into every corner, a collection of half drank mugs sitting on my desk, plates lined up by the windows, and shoes scattered across the floor. “I’ll clean this up later”
“That’s what you’ve been saying for weeks now”
“So? It’s my room”
“ITS OUR ROOM” this was getting a little ridiculous, I was actually yelling at myself. I made my way towards the door when I felt my hair catch on something with enough force to knock me down. “Its MY room” I heard as I untangled my hair from my hands, my legs no longer responding. A sharp pain in that began in my neck shortly crept down my spine, it felt like every bone in my body breaking one by one, my skin began to stretch where my collarbone ends, it felt like I was splitting in two with excruciating pain, two different screams sounded off as I realized what was going on, one look in the mirror and it was like I was watching something from a Cronenberg film, my bones let out sharp cracks as they displaced themselves and moved in opposite directions. I watched in horror as my body slowly became two. I was staring at myself, staring back at me with hateful eyes. “My room, MY body, MY life” she said as she shut the door and clicked the lock.
I’m beginning to see a pattern whenever I write about Ana, sorry Ana B. I keep letting your other you’s kill you… Let me know what you thought in the comments below or over @NerdworkTweets!