Dreams

Chapter 6

     Clammy hands clenched together. The room was more lit than usual, revealing slimy run down walls covered in some unknown liquid mixed with blood. The wrenching stench stinging my nostrils with each passing minute. I feel alone this time, how do I. I don't know. The disturbing feeling of eyes on me at all counters stung in the back of my mind. It feels worse now that I can see better here. I felt safer in the dark, knowing it was much harder seeing…her.
     Sweat covered my back, I had on the black dress I had chosen for the dance, along with some heels. My stomach dropped while walking around, looking for the door I always have to find to exit this reality. My breaths came in and out slow and shaky. The lump stuck in my throat made it harder to breathe. The elephant being stuck on my chest.
     The temperature dropped 20 degrees, pricking my skin with the icy cold drop in the atmosphere. Something swayed back and forth, loud enough to hear but faint to be near. Swaying of a rope was what it sounded like. I squint my eyes looking around. The coldness made my body tremble, teeth chattering. I spotted a door in the distance as I walked around the room. The door was closed off, a normal healthy wooden door. Not rusted with a glow behind.
    I move my legs, each step feeling like trying to walk in water. Heavy and uneven. The weight on my chest made it feel like each breath I took was going to be my last. It was silent, beside the heels clicking on the tiled floor. I can't hear the rain, the drip drops of the pipes. I can't even hear the woman's heels behind me. She isn't here. Someone else is, I know it. It's not just the uneven feeling of eyes on me like each time I'm here. Someone is here. I can feel it.
     My suspension is right.
     I slowly, painfully slow, make it up to the door. The sound of the rope swaying was louder beyond. The pit in my stomach knew what it could've been. My mind wouldn't let me comprehend it. I know what it sounded like most of but I can’t confirm till I see. Why am I here again?
     The dread settled down into  my stomach completely once my feet pulled me closer to the door. Like a child standing in front of the basement door with the fear of the creepy monster in their dreams that's beyond the door waiting with full of blood lust. My breath hitches while looking. My heart beats loudly in my ears to block out the small sounds my brain is imaging around me.
     Sweat dripped down my forehead as my hand reached out to the handle. Begging to be yanked open to reveal the secrets or the escape for me. Either outcome would be beneficial for me regardless.
     The door slips open with a cry. The fetid aroma slaps me right in the face with the door being opened. The smell flowing into my nose with a stomach turning way.
     Beyond the door was an awfully familiar room. The only place that physically made sense but not mentally. Adan’s room. Sure seeing his room here shouldn’t be alarming but it was. The rope in the middle of the room caught my attention. The flesh hanging from it did as well. A torso, belonging to a man, ripped. His intestines hanging down onto the floor with the puddle of blood on the exact same carpet Adan had in his room. The gray shirt covered in the crimson liquid. The air in my lungs stuck. My eyes pricked. One of the arms was missing a hand, the flesh fresh and made my stomach turn in many ways that would never be described as pleasant.
     The site was disgusting and traumatizing. The room is dark and gloomy. The moans of the wind crashing against the window that was beside the twin sized bed with a dark gray duvet. Adan bed. Everything was Adan’s.
     I couldn't take my eyes away from the rip[ed and mangled body hanging from the ceiling before me. The blood pumping in my ears, I wanted to cry. I needed to physically have emotion. All my body would allow would be the pit in my stomach turning and twisting, vomit wanting to pour out. Tears wanting to flow out like a river. I was frozen, cold. Sweaty. Scared. Agitated. Everything a human would feel with the site of a fucking dead body ripped in half with the organs leaking out like hamburger meat. No. All I could do was stare and stare with the tsunami of all the feelings in my stomach.
     My feet moved by themselves to the body. My breathing slowed with each step. Each century of a step. That's when I finally saw the head. It was Adan, his face bruised up. His dark blonde hair is 10 shades darker with some blood in it. His blue eyes that always showed life were dull, full of nothing but horror. He didn’t look like anything of the Adan Sexton I knew since I was a kid.
      It's not real dumbass. Stop gawking so much and move away. How can I?
     His head laid on the side of his bed in a puddle of blood on the floor. Out of sight from when you first walked inside, but it was him. In the rotten flesh.
     I walked over and picked up the detached head and examined it. His ear is missing. Did she do this to mess with me? Who the hell would try a murder like this so brutal. Guess it could be worse. His body could have been cut into many parts scattered around and being searched like eggs in a hunt.
     My gaze searched around the room. The door closed and was silent outside it. The blood was leaking down my hands but I didn't mind. My mind blocked it out, too focused on his room. Too focused on why my best friend's room was in my reality with his body torn, hanged, and his head cut off laying beside his bed covered in blood. What the hell happened?
     I examine the decapitated head further, carving the image into my mind with the sickening and lifeless look on his face. My stomach drops when banging comes to the door, I drop the head of my friend in horror.
     The unwelcoming taste of dread filled my scenes as my feet forced me over to the door. I couldn’t control my body. I wanted to run and hide, maybe into the closest or under the bed. The loud thuds ring in my ears as my cold, shaky bloodstained hand clenched around the cold medal handle. Only one can tell of what is out there.
     My breathing catches in my throat once I hear something behind me, my name being yelled. My chest tighter with my wrists burning like fire. Teeth clatter together at the infuriating cold invading my body. Ears ringing. Vision blurred. I yank open the door quickly, nothing.