SleepWalker

Chapter 10

Darcy stumbled into the elevator and frantically pressed the down button. The doors closed and Muzak started playing which seemed just a little out of place considering the circumstances.
About two floors down, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. The lights flickered and went out, leaving Darcy alone in the dark. She felt her fear rising. There were voices whispering in the dark, animal noises and the sound of claws clicking. The darkness grew closer, almost choking her. And then, it was gone.
She looked around and found herself in some sort of room. The only light came from a tiny barred window set in the roof. An earthy smell and dampness on the walls told her she was underground.
"Hello?" She called. "Is there anyone there?"
There was no immediate reply. Then a face appeared at the skylight. She inhaled sharply. Mark Waters, the school jock and her crush since middle school. He grinned down at her and then called out to someone behind him. His face was replaced by another and then another. It seemed her entire school was outside, looking down at her and laughing.
"Help me!" Darcy screamed. "Help!"
The laughter increased. Then something wet and sticky dropped down onto her face. She touched it and realised it was an egg. They were throwing eggs and worse things at her. Someone's shoe struck her eye, making her cry in pain. That seemed to energise them.
"Ugly bitch!" Someone shouted.
"No one wants you, you loser!"
"Just die already!"
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She sat down and let their abuse rain over her. She cried like a baby and curled up into a ball.
Suddenly, it stopped. Her classmates had disappeared, along with the eggs that were sticking to her hair and the underground prison.

She found herself standing in a field, stalks of corn spread out as far as her eyes could see. She sensed movement to her right and turned towards it.
"Mom?" She asked incredulously. Her mother looked perfectly alive, her skin glowing healthily. A little too healthily for someone who had just been ripped to pieces moments before. She had a bitter look on her face as she looked at Darcy.
"Don't call me that, you brat." She snapped.
"What?" Darcy asked. "Mom, what happened? How are you alive?"
"I said don't call me that," her mom said through gritted teeth. "You did this to me. You ruined my life."
"Mom no..."
"I wish you were never born!"
"Mom, please stop."
"Don't call me that you bitch!" She shrieked. "You killed me. You killed us both."
Cuts started appearing all over her mom's body, blood seeping through again. Darcy cried and sank to her knees but her mother still glared at her.
"You ungrateful child," she said. "Unholy whore."
Darcy broke down crying. She screwed her eyes shut. And it passed.

When she opened her eyes next, she was back in the underground prison. A bed had been added, a rickety wooden one with a rough mattress. The sky outside was dark, leaving the room in shadows.
"Hello?" She called, scanning the shadows for someone.
"Hi love," the Devil said grabbing her from behind. He trapped her in his arms, holding her like a vice. Darcy fought against him but it was no use. She felt his hot breath as he roughly kissed her neck.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he said licking her ear.
"Let me go!" She cried.
"Oh I will," he cackled, dragging her to the bed. "As soon as I marry you."
He threw her on the bed and straddled her waist with his legs. She closed her eyes and tried to push him off, her blows bouncing off him harmlessly. That was the limit. Something shattered inside her and she gave up fighting. Her mind could no longer handle the pain. She was broken.
She was vaguely aware of his hands groping her and prayed the nightmare would end. And then it hit her.
A nightmare. None of it had been real. It was all an illusion.

She was back in the elevator but now she could see her attacker. Morpheus was clothed in darkness, wisps of shadow covering his chalk-white body. His mouth had disappeared, covered over with a layer of skin. His eyes were the colour of blood and his claws were poised to shred her.
"Morph," she whispered. "Please, don't."
He seemed to hesitate. But it passed in an instant. He raised his hand higher and brought it down in one slashing motion.

Author's note: How did you like that little descent into madness 😉? Sorry about that cliffhanger though.
Please listen to the song at the top. It is Enter Sandman by Metallica.
I still need a cover so.. Help out here people! Please do vote if you liked the story so far. Cheers XD