I'm Not Insane, I'm Not Insane

Chapter 1

I woke up screaming, yet again.

I had the dream.

I had the same dream every night, it all started when I was around nine-ish. I had a dream about a boy coming to me. He would talk to me, he wanted me to do something for him.......kill someone for him.

I’m not a murderer.

Well, I shouldn’t say boy, he looked around 15, with dark black hair, and stunning blue eyes. Okay, so here’s the thing, I was put in a mental hospital as soon as I told my parents about it. But the nightmare wasn’t all it was, sometimes, I would be sitting in my room with my friends, and I would see a shadow watching us from the door, and I never told them about it until I heard the man whisper something in my head. He sounded like a snake, and his voice, venomous.

I told my brother Brian first though, and he would calm me after my dreams. But, he made me tell them.

The truth.

Why he made me tell them was because, well, my body had actually been possessed. Brian says he went down stairs to get a drink, and I was standing in the middle of the room, with a knife in my hand. I...... I was cutting my arm. He tried to stop me, and I fought him, he trapped me in the basement, and locked the door until morning.

He told no one, not even his best friends. It was our secret.

I wouldn’t ever stay at friends’ houses for the fear of me, or HIM, hurting them. I was scared. I remember the day I told them.

-flashback (10 years ago)-

I was clutching onto my brother, after waking up again, and I was sobbing hysterically, and he was trying to calm me down, soothe me.

"Shh, shhh, Kimmy. You have to tell them."

I shook my head no, and said, "No, Bubba! They won’t believe me! I will get in trouble!"

He said "Kim, I can’t let this.....person keep harming you like this! What if you end up killing yourself?"

I cried harder, and clutched on even tighter. He sighed before picking me up like a bride, and carrying me out of my room, and down the stairs.

I was going to get in trouble, I knew it. And today is my 9th birthday!

Brian sat me on the couch, and yelled, "MOM! DAD!"

They came running in the room, and when they saw me, their expressions were worried. My mom ran over and sat by me, and took me from Brian’s grasp, and sitting me on her own lap.

"Sweetheart, what’s wrong?"

"I’m scared, Mommy!"

"Of what, honey?"

I shook my head and Brian said, "Mom, Dad, I need to tell you. Kimmy has been having these......nightmares. A boy coming to her, and wantimg her to find this man, and.......kill him. She sees shadows, and the man.....talks to her.....in her...head. And last week, she got...possessed."

"Brian dear, stop speaking of such nonsense!" My mother scolded.

Brian said, "Mom! I’m not lying! I walked into the kitchen, and she was standing in the middle of the room, cutting her arm with a knife!"

My mom gasped and said, "Brian! You have gone too far! Your sister would never-" before she could finish, he pulled down my shirt sleeve, revealing my almost healed scars. My parents both gasped.

My mom started crying, and my dad looked mad.

"I tried to get her to stop! But when I looked at her, her eyes were red! And she hissed at me, like a snake! Then she started saying stuff, in........Russian, I think."