Glory

my devils play the tune Terrors

I walk into my room, facing my fear of the evening. These are when the demons play tag and run up and down your spine. I've had night terrors since I was a child. Another reason I never stayed anywhere, or with anybody. I pulled my hair in a quick braid and took my sleeping pills. Praying for a deep sleep.

My body was rigid and stiff. I knew I was gonna be sore in the morning. I laid my head on the pillow, my mind played ring around the Rosie, holding hands spinning fast. Liam was on display, his eyes shining with such enthusiasm, joy. I could see us dancing, his arms, his voice....the sweet blanket of dreams cornered me and took me away.

I was in the field. The wheat was up to my hips, their seeds brushing my arms. The field we farmed. The sun was out and I could feel the warmth that is from the British sky. I welcomed it with open arms.

In the distance I could see a house, a colonial house, children were running and giggling. I could hear their soft whispers and the crunch of their feet on the grass. 'Tag your it!' one of them called. They were running again. Running towards me.

I stood watching, they couldn't possibly see me. They were approaching in slow motion, their hair whisking and trailing after them. The little girl in the lead stopped in front of me. Her round face was pale, and scattered with light freckles. Her bangs were in her eyes, I couldn't see them; just a shadow her hair casted.

She used her chubby arm to push her dark hair from her eyes. Her bright green eyes, I gasped. They were inhuman! I reached out to touch her, her arm mirrored mine, our fingers met. She turned to ashes.

A scream electrified the air pulling my body into motion, the colonial house was surrounded in black. The little girls were running to the house. 'Stop!' my voice sounded muffled and smothered. I called out again. Nothing.

I took off running after the girls. 'Stop!' I called out again. The field of wheat began cutting me, tugging on my clothes, pulling at my hair. I yanked myself from the grip. The black was filling the sky, swallowing everything.

'Please! Stop!' I screamed after them. The dark haired girl stopped and looked right at me as the little blonde girl ran past her into the smoke. I came to a slow stop. She was mouthing something to me. Her small mouth forming words I couldn't read, She stopped trying to speak to me and ran into the smoke.

'No!' I yelled, reaching out as I started running again. Without a second thought; I ran into the black.

I awoke in a pit of sweat. My arms and legs were slick and my shirt was sticking to me like a lifeline. I sat up and pushed my hair from my eyes. Looking at the small digital clock on my night stand. 4:30 am. I sighed and pulled my shaky body from my bed, walking to the shower, my heart continued to beat fast and recklessly.

I flipped on the light; for a split second I saw the little girl in my reflection, then she was gone. I flipped the lights off and turned them back on, just too see if it was imagination. It was. I dropped my head down and walked into the shower. Discarding all my clothes I let the water run cold till it became hot and stood with my back to the scolding water.

I bit back a cry of slight pain and let the water burn my skin. I let the water wash off the sticky sweat and my hair. I didn't make a strong effort to move, but I ended up turning the water heat down and washed my hair. I let the familiar empty slither in and wash the fear I felt under my skin. I let myself feel nothing, shut off and let the water run.

I watched the sun rise, the rays hitting my celling as laid there. My hair still slightly damp along with my pillow have me a slight chill. The house was kinda cold. Winter is creeping in. My alram rang and all I could do was look at it. My whole body felt displaced. Like it wasn't my own. With a push I lifted myself up off the damp sheets. My hair fell in a mess if damp waves around my face. I lifted my heavy body from the bed. Time to play the game.

"Cas!" Lydia hissed at me. I jumped and looked at her. Her doe eyes watching me with intent. Her eyes drifted down to my notebook. I looked at what I had done. At the top of the page there were notes in my handwriting, but it grew darker, my words became farther apart and stopped being words.

They were skribbles. Then my penmanship grew into large black circles and a very detailed drawing of a house covered in smoke. I gasped, only because drawing is not a skill I've ever acquired, this wasn't anything like mine. I slammed my notebook down and jumped up as soon as the bell rang. I sprinted as fast as my legs would carry me.

I checked every stall, all were empty. I yanked my notebook from my bag, and started ruffling through the pages. They were all filled with the same drawings and my strange scribble. Dred filled my chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat and started ripping the notebook apart, little strangled noises escaped my throat.

A few tears ran down my face. I stopped, breathing heavy, I looked up at my reflection. My red hair was in wild waves, and my pale skin looked like it had been beaten red. My dark eyes were red and estranged. I whipped my face and picked up my mess, I threw the pieces in the trash can. But one piece caught my eye.

It was the house is flames, and a small child like figure standing next to the house. Like from my dream... I stuffed the paper in my pocket and darted out of the bathroom. Lydia was right there as I stepped out of the door. Her green eyes wide and concerned.

"Are you Ok?" she asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said, stepping around her. She followed me down the semi crowded hallway. "Cas!" she exasperated, grabbing my arm. "What was that in your notebook?" she asked.

"What notebook?" I said. Still walking. She grabbed my hard enough to stop me from walking. "Are you...like me?" she asked. Like she was as frightened of the question. Bile rose in my throat. I hated what I was about to say.

"Im nothing like you. " I said with venom dripping off my every word. Her eyes grew shocked. I couldn't look, with that I started running. I ran down the hall and out the double doors.