Bad Neck Day 2 rough draft

A Bad Neck Day 2

I yawned as I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight seeping in through the window and into my eyes. “Time to get up I guess.”

I rolled over onto the floor. “Damit all.” I slowly pushed myself off the ground. “I am tired of sleeping on this couch.” I sighed and stretched my limbs. “Carien? Are you up?”

The house was eerily silent for a Sunday morning. “Carien? Hey where are you?” I stood up and made my way into the kitchen. “Hey are you in here?”

The kitchen was empty. I slowly walked over to the fridge and pulled out a left over piece of pizza; I wasn’t in the mood to make myself a proper breakfast. I took a bite out of the cold meal as I tried to think. If she isn’t here she must be upstairs in the gaming lounge. She moved everything up there after she let me crash on her couch so she could play into the night without keeping me up.

I finished my meal quickly and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, after taking a few quick gulps I rushed upstairs. I found the door to the gaming lounge open with lights peeking out from inside. “Carien, good you are here.” I opened the door to see a lone monitor on but no Carien. “Well never mind.”

As I looked around I noticed a yellow note attached to the lit up monitor. I walked over and picked it up. “Sarah. I knew you would find your way up here eventually. I had to run out for the day. I will be back tomorrow. Whatever you do don’t answer the phone or the door. Also you are dead if you get on my account.”

I put the note down. “Why would she just leave without saying anything? And why doesn’t she want me to answer the door or phone?” I scratched at my head. “This isn’t like her.”

I yawned and left the room. “Ugh I am still tired. I am not getting enough sleep on that couch.” I looked at Carien’s room with weary eyes, her bed calling to me. “She won’t be back until tomorrow I am sure she won’t mind.”

I made my way towards the bed feeling the sheets, it had been weeks since I had slept in a bed. I could feel my eyes droop just running my fingers along the bed sheets. “Ugh I am so tired.” Unable to help myself I feel onto her bed, my world darkening. In moments I was fast asleep.

***

I awoke to a gentle breeze and harsh sunlight. I tried to shield my eyes but my arms couldn’t find my head so I squinted instead. “Something is wrong.” I looked down and saw the driveway, directly below me. “How did I get outside?”

I tried to stand up but I felt the soft sheets tickle my hands. I turned my head to see the window, and my head on the other side of it. More importantly, my neck had grown to an absurd length. “Oh great. Not this again.” I raised my head to look at my situation. It seemed as I had slept my neck had grown, up around the wall and out the window. “If it had grown any longer I would be touching the ground right now.”

I slowly got to my feet. “Ugh I forgot how awkward this is.” This had been my first transformation due to a Fredricks Fancy product. Back then I thought it had been a one-time thing. Oh boy had I been wrong.

I retracted my neck through the window only to hit my head on the ceiling. “Oww.” I looked around the room. “What time is it?” I saw the digital clock on Carien’s nightstand. “1:00 p.m. Well I at least I was able to get some sleep.”

I coiled my neck around my body, wrapping around twelve times. “My neck feels longer than last time.” I sighed. “That means it will just take longer for me to eat and drink.

The phone suddenly rang, causing me to fall onto my back. I shook my head. “Great, now my neck is in a knot.” I worked on untangling my neck as the answering machine picked up.

“Carien I know you are there. Now pick up. I need your help. This is serious. Please. Damnit Carien pick up.”

I stood up after untangling my neck. “What was that? I never heard their voice before. What do they want with Carien?”

My stomach growled. “Well as long as that creep doesn’t call back I don’t have anything to worry about. Besides I need something to eat.” I recoiled my neck and made my way downstairs.

As I came to the kitchen there was a knock at the door. I took a step towards the front door when I remembered Carien’s note. Don’t answer the door or the phone. “Whoever it is will just go away after a while.” I went to the fridge and pulled out an apple.

I sat down at the table, wrapping my neck around the legs. Before I took a bite I noticed I was still wearing my blue pajamas. “Well I am not switching out of my clothing now. I remember how hard it was to shimmy my shirt down my neck last time. I don’t have anywhere to be today anyways.” I munched on the apple. “It isn’t that bit of a worry.”

The knocking at the door continued. Well they are persistent.