Your Soul For Theirs

Tomorrow Is Another Day

   For four years, the imagery of that moment was imprinted in her brain. She liked to think she was okay, that she didn't need therapy or anyone to talk to, but she was far from it. Her daily life was usually good, it was in her dreams however that were terrifying. She never dreamt before the incident, but it changed after. For some people, their trauma gets buried but hers often gave her a reminder of that day.

    Mercy's eyes snapped open, her green orbs looking at the roof. She looked around the room, but her face didn't move, only her eyes. Confused as to why she wasn't sitting up. She kept trying, but by that point she realized she couldn't sit up at all. The muscles in her neck and back strained at she kept trying. She gave up as her body started to sweat from trying too much. She breathed heavily out of her now from sheer panic. She couldn't tell if this was a dream or not, maybe it was sleep paralysis. Except there was no demon over or at the edge of her bed that she could see or hear.

    Slowly coming in tune into her ears was the sound of an alarm clock, but she still saw no signs of life around her or in the room. It wasn't until she felt something on her foot, her eyes diverted down, and she began to breathe heavy again. Slowly rising from the edge of the bed was a medal hand, made of needles that connected from the small loop at the end for joints. It had a small mechanism that was the palm, connected to hold the fingers of the hand together. (Think of the hand of the beldam from Coraline)

    The needle fingers rested on the bed covered in with bits of rust, before slowly crawling onto Mercy's ankle. The hand grasped around it, digging the needles enough into her skin that it drew blood. It beaded from the opening until it was too much that it dripped down her skin onto her grey bed sheets. Tears started to run down her face in panic, cause not only could she not move, but she was also about to die from whatever was at the end of her bed that had yet to reveal itself.

    This was nothing like any of the dreams she had before, she couldn't even compute in her brain what was going on. She could feel the pain but there was no way this was even real. The hand pulled her body down the bed suddenly, causing a whimper to come out of Mercy. It made her body jolt, sending more panic into her body. Then the hand moved up her leg slowly, the fingers crawling like an animal. It went up more toward her knee, the hand revealing more to it. The arm connected to the hand started to show up, there was a rod piece that connected to the palm, it had rusted spots on it here and there also. The rod was covered in plastic wires, some ripped open to reveal wiring inside and others not. The wires that did have color and not just electrical tape had a muted color to it. The conductor wires would stick out of the broken plastic wires.

    The arm then pulled her down once again, making her body jolt again a second time. There were now two spots on her leg that had open wounds that were leaking blood from the needle fingers piercing into her skin. At this point it was on her thigh and it made her breathing much faster. The pain of it piercing her skin rose again, but this time she was to the end of the bed enough that the head started to reveal itself. Her eyebrows furrowed at the endoskeleton face that rose slowly. There was no outer plating on it so she had no idea which animatronic it could even be, but inside she knew it was Freddy cause of the eyes. It was the crystal blue pupils that she had seen the day of the incident four years earlier.

    She tried to scream as he came up completely from the edge of the bed, but her screams were only muffled. His needle hand moved from her leg finally that was leaking blood, and it came smack down next to her head. The bed and her body both moved from the impact. Her body started to strain as she attempted to move, but once again could not but she'd rather die trying then not at all. His endoskeleton face moved slowly above Mercy's, as tears started to stream down her face once again out of fear. Her time was here, and she could not do anything about it because she was paralyzed.