Scared of the Dark

Creator Alice

I rubbed my eyes, sitting up on my bed. I barely remembered anything the dream I had. Besides know I had had a dream, I remember a gold color... and people in cloaks, but that was about it. I reached over to grab my dream journal and a pen, turning on my lamp as well. I got up, and looked up at the digital clock next to my bed on my nightstand. It was early, only about 5:00. Wait, 5:00?! What'd I get up for? I sighed and slithered back into bed. I rolled my eyes at myself not noticing the absence of direct sunlight from the curtain I had left open; it looked as if the sun was just about to peek over the horizon. I childishly clutched my baby blanket, and drifted off into sleep.

Except I didn't, because no sooner had I closed my eyes than I heard a scream from outside my window. A scream? Yes, a scream and a pounding on my window. I had jumped at this scream, and turned to my window, where I saw a figure in a cloak on the balcony the stretched around this floor of the building. It kept looking left and right, as if it were paranoid. I rubbed my eyes. I had been having many hallucinations recently,but this figure knocking on my window didn't seem to be one of them. I rose my head and peered down onto the person. His hands were empty, and-wait, now that I look at the persons hands, it seems much more appropriate to label this person as a girl. A strange trait to identify someone's gender by, but albeit it seemed to be credible. I slowly approached the window, and opened it. She quickly looked up at me, and slowly dragged her hood off of her head. I saw dark brown, practically black eyes staring at me. No, wait. Only one eye was this color . Her left eye...a scar? It was certainly odd and graphic, the scar left a small mark on her skin under her eye that cut into her eye. This scarred left eye was a much lighter, grayish color surrounding the scar which got progressively darker as it got farther from the scar. The person who I now confirmed to be a woman and most probably blind her her left eye was now turning her head slightly at the sight of me. I saw her remove her hood, revealing a curious smile. Confused, I tried to think of what to say. But all I came up with was "Erm..who..uh..who are you..?" She was still staring at me, but snapped out of it when I cleared my throat nervously. "It is not important," she said, shaking her head and holding out a hand to my window (which I didn't remember opening in the first place)"come with me, Creator Alice." she had said. I was beyond confusion at this point. how did she know my name? Why did she call me a creator? Why would I come with her? Taken aback, I immediately objected this strangers instruction. "Hold on, I don't know who you even are! Why do you know my name? Why are you here? Who's scream was that before? And, and-" she sighed heavily and interrupted me abruptly. "Listen, there is no time for this-" she turned around suddenly as if she had heard something, but I hadn't heard anything. "Quickly! Come on!" "Wait! I still don't know who you are or anything about you! And you must be insane if you thing I would leave my sister hear at five in the morning-"
"Your sister?"
"Yes but that's not the poi-"
Behind me I heard a loud buzzing sound, but it was distant. What in the-
My thoughts were again interrupted by my sister bursting through the door in a panic. When she saw me she sighed in relief. "Cas? What are you...?"
"I heard...I heard this weird voice telling me that you.. that you were..."she didn't finish her sentence but continued to pant from her dash across the hall."Your sister is here now. Now hurry up!" Cassy looked as bewildered as I was and as we both opened our mouths to object she grabbed both of our wrists and shouted "Three, to the Backends!"

And there was a flash a white.
And I wasn't in my room anymore.
No, not in my room at all. I was standing in a small room, with cracked walls and a single light from the ceiling. I was very dizzy as I took in my surroundings. I blinked once. Twice. And then the mysterious scarred woman spoke again.
"Hurry and change, miss." she said to me, handing me clothes I didn't even glance at them as I took them from her hands. I was too confused to speak, trying to make sense of what was going on. She turned to Cassy, hanging her clothes as well. "You as well." And before we could even say anything, the woman left. My sister and I looked at each other, both bewildered by the past few minutes. I told her all I knew about what was going on. Nevertheless we we both just as confused. We decided it was best to just change and listen to her, because we didn't have the slightest clue as to what would happen if we didn't, or how important it was.. just like how didn't have a clue about anything else that was going on. I looked at the clothes I was given and unfolded them. They consisted of a red and gold dress, one fit for a princess in old times. Or at least that's the impression the pattern and color gave me. But somehow it looked less ancient in that when I put it on it was easy to move around it and very comfortable. My sister's getup was similar to mine, the same colors yet in a different pattern. We were yet again confused as to why we were wearing extravagant gowns, but we didn't ponder on it and when to look for the woman who had brought us here. In the clothes that she had handed me there was a beautiful necklace of gold with a red pendant that gleamed in the light. I put it on and it was surprisingly light around my neck. We went out the door she had left from and paused for a moment at the amazing quality of the palace-looking hall as compared to the run-down room we had left. We again shrug it off and look for the woman with the scar. While turning a corner we bump into a woman in a cloak similar to the woman's who at first began to swear but then looks up at me in particular, eyeing me up and down and immediately smiling. Seemingly out of nowhere the scarred woman arrived and stood next to me. "So this is her?" said the person I had bumped into. "Yup. And her sister as well." Suddenly my sister spoke up and faced the scarred woman. "What is your name?" She sighed at the question, but still answered after a few seconds of hesitating."Hannah." "Ok next question. What the hell is going on?" I wasn't surprised by my sisters assertive attitude. "Its better if you don't know. We need a genuine reaction or they'll be onto us." Then she grabbed our hands again, practically dragging us down a hall.

And I was more confused than I had ever been in my life.