My psycho side

Dark Dream

 Maya's POV

   Sigh! I have not been able to sleep since what transpired between Clark and I. I never felt the way I did when his lips landed on my forehead. Like there has always been this familiarity, like it's something he has always done from the very beginning and it strangely felt very very nice.

 I turn to my left side putting my head on top of my arm. The room is dark and the only light is the red light of the clock on the bed side table. It's 4am. I need to catch on some sleep since I am still recovering and I need to get better as soon as possible so that I can start planning my revenge against Jeff and Larry.

              "Hey, wake up." A soft familiar voice says and I shoot my eyes wide open but I am surprised when I am met with darkness and there's no one in the room with me. It seems there's nothing in the room but me. Complete darkness and me. The darkness feels so much like home, like something I am used to and I simply succumb to it without any hesitation. I try to move forward but I remember I have been through this before. The dream I had earlier was exactly the same. I woke up in a dark room and was able to find light that was my mom. I decide to follow the same path I took earlier so I can find mom but unlike the first dream, mom isn't in this dream. Then who woke me up? I was sure someone told me to wake up but I don't see them anywhere near here.

  I begin to panic, shouting mom's name repeatedly. Trying so hard to find her in this complete darkness. I stumble upon something soft but hard at the same time. I kneel down and trail the edges and discover it's someone's hand. I frantically reach for their face and try to get them up from the ground but they seem to be to stiff. What? I check if their are breathing and it seems they aren't. I shake the person so they can wake up but they don't. I apply some pressure to their chest but they don't barge.

               "Hey, hey Miss you need to wake up.Miss, wake up. Wake up already....."

               "She won't wake up. She's dead." A deep voice says through the darkness and I can't figure out where the voice came from but I try my best anyway.

              "Who's there? Come out and face me. Stop hiding in the dark like a coward." I drop the body feeling kind of attached to them although I clearly don't know who they are. I get back and walk to the direction I think I had heard the voice before but I still don't find anyone there.

           "Come out you coward." It feels like I am in a horror movie and if I was watching it I would say I was a fool to follow the voice cause in the end I will be caught and probably killed in the worst way but why does it feel so right to follow the voice? I guess that's what happens in horror movies. They feel a sudden urge so strong you can't resist like I feel that urge in me right this moment.

           "Come get me since you are way braver than I am Maya"

           "How do you know my name?" I spit and still try to get to him by keeping the conversation going so I can trace the voice.

          "I know everything about you Maya, after all, you're my blood." The voice says and suddenly there's a bright light and it blinds me for a few seconds. He stands before me and I take a step back and bump onto the body I found earlier.

          "You couldn't even recognize your mother's body. You have always been useless." He says as he looks at the body behind me and then looks up at me. I recognize him immediately. Larry. The bastard that calls himself my father.

  It hits me then. He was the one who killed mom. He killed mom. My eyes start to pool with tears of every emotion at once and I slowly look behind me. I look to the lifeless body of my mother. I hate myself even more so now that I couldn't recognize my own mother. Guess I am useless.