𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 | 𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨

023. nightmares 😴

miro blakely

I was there again. Back in my old house, in my old room.

I could vaguely hear some screams and I immediately knew they belonged to my sister.

My hands were over my ears, just like my sister had taught me. "When you hear me scream, just cover your ears and talk about your favourite thing, ok?"

So I did just that. I would usually talk about my sister, the one I admired the most and loved. But this time was different. I started talking about a girl named Evangeline; about the way she looks, about her personality, and my favourite things about her. I didn't know anyone by that name but it felt like I knew her better than anyone.

"Stop it!" My sister screamed. "He is sleeping." I wasn't sleeping. I couldn't sleep. I could never get proper sleep in this house. Vanessa said it would pass with time but I was already 10 and I don't remember a night when I didn't wake up in the middle of the night by my father's screams.

"Stop it!" This time the voice came out like a glitch but I ignored it and continued talking about this unknown girl.

Her hair is beautiful. Especially when it's in braids. She smells like roses and she once wore a red dress and it became my favourite. She is nineteen and makes fun of me because I'm almost twenty-four years old. I act like I hate but in truth, I love everything she does. The way she speaks, the way she walks, that serious face of hers that she does when she's concentrated on something: her eyebrows frown and she sticks out her tongue but she doesn't even realise it, and that makes it even cuter. I also love how she sings. I mean, it's god-awful but she does it with so much joy it almost makes you forget that your ears are bleeding.

"Stop it!" This time the voice didn't sound like my sister or that glitch. It sounded like Evangeline.

Evangeline. What was Evangeline doing here?

I got up from the bed and left my room.

And then I see my sister lying on the floor, her dead eyes looking into mine.

"Stop it!" Said Evangeline again and when I looked up, there she was, being strangled by my father.

What was she doing here?

"Let her go!" I yelled at my father but he didn't even look at me.

And I yelled again. And again. And again. I started pushing him and kicking him but he wouldn't move.

He had a murderous look in his eyes, the one I remember all too well. He gave me the same one on the day my sister was killed. And the day before that. And the day before that.

I yelled and screamed, and kicked and slapped until I heard that click again. I heard her neck get snapped.

A simple click sound that was about to hunt me for the rest of my life.