I Dream And You Die

the night it started

Clara closed her eyes in her new bed, in a new town, and a different room. Nothing to Clara felt real but the blanket she held onto as she tried to fall asleep, her thoughts kept her up along with her worries, nothing could help her fall asleep at this point, she began tired, and slowly fell asleep, until a loud ear piercing scream came her way. "Hello?" Clara yelled as she jumped out of bed. She sprinted to the door and opened it fast. The once hallway of her grandmas house was now a pitch black room and floors didn't have a single creak. "Hello? Grandma? Dad? Audr-" she was interrupted by a light, a flickering, dangling bright light across the room with a chair underneath sat a boy, a teenage red haired boy. Who was he? whys he in the house? "Hello?" Clara stuttered. A sound of a chainsaw starting up came from further in the room and a fearful scream let out from both Clara and the mysterious boy. Why was he tied up here? Is my grandma hiding something from me? Before Clara could think another thought the chainsaw noise grew closer, and closer and closer until it caught up to the boy in the chair. "Please!" Yelled the boy. It was too late for Clara to go and help, as she heard the wood in the chair be cut through and one last chilling scream from the boy. Clara cried out on the spot and couldn't move, the next thing she new she was in her bed. "Clara! what's going on are you okay?" Her grandma asked concerned while barging in. "Yeah, um, it was just a bad dream." Clara responded while she wiped loads of sweat off her forehead. "Okay sweetie, get to bed you only have a few hours until you have to get ready for school" "Okay Grandma.." Her grandma shut the door as she went to lay back down, she grabbed her phone and distracted herself from the dream she just had, but curiosity and fear kept its place. "Who was that boy? why did I have this dream?" She hid under the blanket, shaking, not of cold, but of fear and confusion and she felt like she couldn't move. Soon enough the sun had risen, the sky was cloudy, the wind was strong, and the birds chirped loudly. "Morning sweetie" A quiet voice whispered as the door opened. The light went on and Clara rubbed her eyes to get rid of the pain of the bright light. "I know it's early and school isn't great, but, it's your first day and this is a great opportunity for you to make friends" "dad I have friends!" Clara argued. "I mean real friends not those brats who treated you poorly, when's the last time they contacted you Clara?" The room fell silent, the silence was the one she couldn't break because, where were her friends when she fell down? we're they even real friends? "Oh I see you're awake I got your breakfast made and your bag all packed, do you like coffee dear? I can make you a coffee" "Yes please Grandma" Clara responded. Her grandmother nodded as she went to go back to the downstairs. Clara slowly got up to get dressed as tripped on something on the floor. "Dad!" Clara yelled out. "Dad!" she yelled louder. A noise of footsteps sped to her room. "Clara? What's wrong? are you okay?" "Does Grandma always keep a chainsaw under her bed?" "sorry?" Her dad laughed. "The chainsaw, u-u-under my bed?!" she shouted. Her dad gave a quick glare and looked underneath the bed. "Oh my" "See dad it's there!" Clara reassured. "My old hockey stick from 5th grade! Mom you kept this?" Claras dad shouted. "What?" "What about the chainsaw?" "Clara I don't know what you want me to say, there's no chainsaw under your bed, it's six in the morning you are tired." "Now get dressed you are going to be late if you keep fooling around". Her dad left her confused. "Was that the same chainsaw in the dream?"