I awoke with a bad dream. The same dream I've been having for weeks. I'm hyperventilating, sweat dripping from my face all the way down my back, my hair plastered to my hot cheeks. I am more afraid to look at my image, scared to see the fear in my eyes then what ever it is thats haunting me. Afraid that if I keep thinking about this horrific nightmare I might end up imprinting it into my memory and it might never be forgotten.
All of a sudden, just as fast as one blinks, cold chills creeped throughout my body. It was intense, it was as if I could see the goosebumps through my long-sleeve shirt. For some reason my warm room was an icebox and I could see my breath as I exhaled. "My gut feeling already told me something was wrong, but now this is too much", I thought to myself . If I didn't believe in God before, I definitely do now. This is a sign that something more is here and I need to remove it, at what ever cost. I finally built up the strength to get up and walk to my vanity mirror. I saw a light in my eye, a flicker of all that is right. In a tone so forceful and strong, yet as low enough that no one could here, I silently whispered,"He has got to go".
The next morning, My father was rushing my mother because he was running late for work. I heard little footsteps running up and down the steps, my baby sisters gathering their belongings. I could hear the blowdryer from Alluring's room. I put the pillow over my head to block out all the noise but did not even get them muffled out, and so, starting my morning. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked to the bathroom for the usual morning routine. The soon as I was done and back to my usual giddy self, I ran down the stairs to fill my empty tummy.
Like normal the house is quiet when everyones gone. At peace, I started to look through the cabinets and fridge to see what satisfying breakfast I could make myself. I decided to make my favorite, French toast, fruit salad and scrambled eggs. As I started to finish up my plate, the nightmare found its way back into my thoughts.
I am sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. I am wearing a uniform, the kind that patients to a psychiatric ward wears. All the walls around me are a dark gray color. There's no exit so I don't know how I got here. The room starts to get foggy and when it finally gets so thick, I find my voice and start to scream. Squeezing my eyes shut and putting my hands to my face I yell at the top of my lungs.
The moment I feel like I can't scream any longer I feel a hand grab me and yank me out of the darkness that I was in. When I look around I see a girl in a half destroyed wedding dress, crying, alone in a beautiful garden. I am amazed by how beautiful the landscape is and concerned for this image of me, that lays before my eyes. "Why do you cry?", I ask myself. I reach my hand to grab this girl's, that looks just like me, shoulder and when I look up my face is no longer mine but Pretentious. She screams "Dear sister, HELP ME!". Out from the shadow comes this ugly creature, thorns throughout his face. His eyes a deep firey red, his skin the pigment of death. His hair is so black and thin. When he spoke, the ground trembled, the petals from flowers and leaves from the nearby trees fell. He turned to my sister and then back to me, "careful" he said to me, "I have nothing to hide". With the last statement he gave the most synical smirk I have ever seen. This no-named creature grabbed hold of my sister, his long strong fingers wrapped around her neck. Pretentious eyes was lost with despair as he pulled her closer to him.
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