Nocturne of Nightmares

Night 2

I still can't believe it, or maybe I just don't want to believe it, unable to come up with an explanation for what's happening, all I can do is stare aimlessly at the television. 

"It can't be the same girl.." I said to myself 

"The police are looking at the possibility of murder..."

I turn my back, my throat becoming dry.

"... They're also not ruling out an undiagnosed condition, considering the damage on her neural functions..." 

"What on this ever living green earth is going on?"

Soon the noise from the TV fades as I make my way to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Neural damage?"

I take a cup putting it under the tap turning it on, absentmindedly filling my cup causing the water soon start overflowing.

"Monica was... eaten by that monster."

But I thought it was just a really bad dream?

"Did all of that.... actually happen?"

I close my eyes tightly, trying to shake away and forget that horrifying vision I witnessed last night. 

"(Y/N)?"

"There's no way it could've actually been real, right?"

How she died in the dream and how the news said she died are completely different. Its all just a coincidence.  

That is what I keep on trying to tell myself.

"(Y/N)!"

I feel a hand land firmly on my shoulder startling me.

"Aaah!" 

I jump out of my skin, my heart pounding like a drum, I turn around finding my mother turning the tap off.

"Why are you so jumpy this morning?" She asked me worryingly. 

I slowly catch my breath, putting a hand on my chest to calm my thundering heartbeat.

"Jeez, mom! You scared me!"

"I didn't mean to scare you, honey, you just have been acting so out of it. I've been calling you for a while, but you didn't respond. You even left the tap running. What's wrong?" 

My mom's loving concern makes me want to cry, but I hold back the tears welling up my eyes, I badly want to tell her everything that happened to me last night, I really do, but...

I can't do that. 

I take a steady deep breath, closing my eyes as I exhaled.

"It's nothing, I was just watching a scary movie last night."

I'm sorry, mom. Even I don't know what is going on, or what I have gotten myself into.

"That's why I keep telling you to stop watching those movies, they make you more paranoid by the minute, silly little girl." 

My mother laughs, unaware of my troubled thoughts.

"Sorry, mom."

"Come on, let's get you some hot chocolate, that will help you."

Yeah, something sweet would be nice, I need to focus on something else for while. It was all just bad dream after all, I should just forget about it. 

I sigh, following my mother to the dinner table, then the guys I met in that nightmare suddenly comes into mind, I wonder what happened to them. Do they even actually exist? Or just a figment of my imagination?