It was just another day until I started getting visions of stars and holly with red berries and this one singular blue eye which I felt was staring into my soul and also a bright red present with yellow dots on it. I had told my mother countless times but she said it was a figment of my imagination but I knew the truth. I was not hallucinating and I would prove it.
“But you won’t,” said the other dark side of me.
“Yes, I will,” I yelled so loud my mother told me to be quiet.
“I’m not insane,” I whispered. “This is a bad Christmas.”