In Your Dreams

Prologue

     Thunder boomed over me while shaking the ground with its mighty voice. My shoes pounded against the Earth's floor as mud and dirt flung to my jeans. Rain engulfed me throughout the field. My mind racing and racing with thoughts of only running and the danger that lingered behind me. Another big boomed startled my mind and confused it with fear. My body lurched out in front of me, as my palms braced for the ground to engulf me in pain.
   My palms slid into a thick mud, and from head to toe my body was covered in it. Trying to find the strength to pull myself out, my palms kept slipping and the tears started to burning my cold face. Death felt heavy on my brain, and more fear set it. Scrambling around in the mud, the strength I was searching for, finally made its way through  me, and I pushed myself off the ground.
My body was failing me, as my legs grew tired, and my brain was screaming to keep going and we were so close. I didn't know what we were close to but the feeling of relief settled deep within my bones, and my legs started to pump faster.
  Until my body was slammed to the ground with a huge thud, and my whole body was screaming in agony from the hard impact. Thunder covering over any pleas or cries that verbally came from my mouth, as the man climbed on top of me while pinning my arms down. No amount of strength that I could conjure up could amount to this man's body weight. 
He wore a black ski like mask with cut outs for his eyes and mouth. My mind felt the familiarity of his existence but nothing I could pull from my memories matched his features. My voice catches onto a name as I tried to cry it out, the man quickly covers my mouth with his giant hand. 
Tears swelled my eyes, and the Earth shook again with thunder's mighty roar. Death set itself in me, and I knew that I would die here. The man pulled out a knife with a leather handle, and curled under his mask was his cruel smile as he plunged the knife into my heart.
      My body shot up in sweat, and tears drenched my skin and left a sticky and slimy feeling. I wiped vigorously at my face, and clenched at the area the knife had "gone" in. The breath that was hitched in my throat, finally made its way out as relief settled in. Letting my body drop back to my pillow, as I turned to my side to make eye contact with the red alarm clock numbers that glared back at me.
                               2:04 a.m.

I rolled onto my back, and adjusted my eyes towards my ceiling where laid little glow-in-the-dark stars that really didn't work and barely stuck. Another nightmare my mind raced at the thought of it again, just as it was yesterday night and with a small thud to the forehead landed another pathetic ceiling star. Irritation settled into the movement of my hand as I violently swiped the annoying star from my face, and rolled onto my stomach and shoving my face into the crevice of my pillow.
               I huffed out in defeat, and glanced one more time at the alarm clock and tried to drift myself back to sleep. Fear looming in the back of my mind with the startling nightmares, and the thought of starting school tomorrow for junior year. I just wish for one night of peaceful sleep.