Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

Is This Home?

Your head was throbbing. You sat up wide-eyed with tears streaming down your face. Your arm and legs hurt.

You wiped your tears. The hell? Isn't this the room that I fell asleep in before I got to the other world?

Your mind was going a mile a minute. You got up being careful not to fall back down. You were back in your older body, from when you were going to college. You noticed a door and slowly walked to it.

You took the doorknob and opened it slowly as if something would jump out at you. It was pit black inside for a moment. A red rectangle appeared inside of the door. Large red letters formed the words " YOU ARE DEAD ". You took a quick step back. The Door that was in front of you slammed shut and then disappeared, leaving a light grey outline where it used to be.

You were confused, what did it mean ' you are dead'? You turned around and saw another door, it was identical to the first one. You walked up to it and opened that door. It was the flower field. The one you were in before what you referred to as the other world. 

You went to what you thought was the middle of the room even though it went on forever. You lay down in the soft colorful flowers, it was a tranquil place. You stared up at the "sky" and waited for what felt like hours before you fell asleep. 

You opened your eyes, the sun leaking in from the window in your room was directly in your face. The alarm clock that was next to you started going off. You hit the dismiss button, turning that annoying noise off. 

Suddenly, your eyes got blurry and you had a raging headache. You sat up as best you could. You stood up and steadied yourself, the blurriness in your eyes went away, the headache was a different story. 

Your phone rang, showing Lucinda's contact. You picked it up.

" Hey! Wanted to make sure that you were awake. I left my bag over there, think you could bring it to school for me?" Lucinda asked.

" Sure just give me a minute, I - Nevermind, I'll talk to you later." You hung up the phone call. You went through your routine but could shake the feeling something was off. The dream you had was so surreal. It confused you right to your core. 

If I had gone into that room before would I be gone? This world slipped my mind for a little while, didn't it? How come it feels like a few years have passed if it's only the next day? You wanted an answer to these questions but you weren't sure you would like them.

You picked up Lucinda's bag and head out to school. It was, by most people's definition a nice day. There were very few clouds in the blue sky, and the sun seemed brighter than normal. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. It wasn't too warm nor too cold. 

You got to school exchanged a few words with Lucinda, and went to your classes. No matter what you did you couldn't focus. You were mainly on autopilot the entire time. You subconsciously tuned everything out, though your body followed along with the lessons.

You managed to reach the end of the day like this. Home...is that really what I want to call this...place? Is this home, this empty house? It didn't feel right to call it that anymore. Not after leaving Mom, Grayson, Dream. Most importantly Nightmare