A Photographer in the Dark.

Chapter 5. Entering a Nightmare.

I open my MacBook to check if I've really deactivated my 'Meet Me' account- sometimes I just dream of it.. Yes, yes I have as whenever I click the link it tells me I'm blocked from the website for personal reasons of Amber Carter who is me. Feeling safe, I reassure myself that my life life is getting better and I dive under my doughy duvet shutting my eyes- setting foot into the darkness. I have a mighty, perplexing feeling that tonight's dream is going to be a good one!

*I stretch my feet across the leather sofa.. Ahh, now that my hateful family are gone, I can come out of my shit room and feel like a human being again! To be honest, I don't really  mind my room that much; afteral I spent half of my life there! Right, time to watch 'I'm a Celebrity' on Catch-up 4oD and eat some lunch.. Today I'll have some Frosties Cereal! The doorbell rings as soon as I open the fridge..Creepy? I stroll down the long hallway and peek through the miniature window at the top of the grand door and see a middle-aged man dressed as a usual postman- he probably brought some gas bills and taxes for my parents so I open the door and greet him with a rather fake smile. Unexpectedly he enters my house and tours around the kitchen, as if I'm not even there, as if I'm a ghost.

"Excuse me? This is my house- you must have confused it for your own..I recommend, you step outside? Yeah, that's be splendid!" I say without utterly running it through my head.

The man doesn't reply, instead he wonders over to me, slams the door and leads me to the living room, where he pushes me onto the leather sofa. Thoughts are racing through me head; what is he doing to me? What am I going to do? Frozen to the spot, I stare at him- he stares back. Wait! That's the one in the burgundy coat on the park bench..This is not a coincidence! All of a sudden he unbuttons his red jacket, navy blue shirt..I shut my eyes, however the sound of a belt forces me to peel my eyes open only to see his face centimeters away from mine, only to feel his breath on my face- weed and coke. My arms and legs are widely spread apart so the old git slipped down my pajama bottoms and..* 

 "AAAAAAHHH" I scream as loud as my lungs allow me, my pajamas are soaked from sweat, slowly everything around me blurs into one as my eyes are no longer mine- everything's a black hole and there's no one to pull me out, no one to say:

"Everything will be okay"

I am alone. 

The same ol' feeling runs through my body- I'm in a hospital.. AGAIN! I open my eyes, this time without hesitation to find myself in a dark, gloomy room. On the walls I see posters of many famous football players, many basketball trophies glisten on the shelves, dotted around the room. I happen to be on the bed, staring around..Is this my brother's room? Looks familiar..No, this ain't the smell of sweaty socks or the gone-off cheese! I'm not in my house, however I feel weirdly secure and safe at this place, so it's surely not the man's hiding spot- if it was, the smell of weed would penetrate my body straight away.