Dream or Nightmare

Chapter IV

Andover, New Jersey

In My Jail Cell

Chapter IV

            I froze. A cold sweat broke across my skin and my heart thumped unsteadily in my chest. The light above me flickered for several seconds before I had the courage to turn around.

            My first instinct was to look outside my jail cell, but I saw no one. Ok, you’re really going crazy, Kyle. Just when I was about to roll over and go back to sleep and pretend that this day was a dream, I heard the same voice.

            “Over here.” The voice was definitely a girl’s and it was music to my ears, a symphony of notes and melodies just for me to devour.

            I kept my rigid stance for a couple of seconds until I turned toward the direction of the voice. It was her. Now that she was closer, I could see her face better.

            She had midnight black hair, and had dingy, dull yellow eyes. They didn’t seem to fit her face. Her skin was as a pale as a poster board, and she had an athletic body. There was a silly grin that seemed to dance across her face, but her eyes were wary and looked at me with contempt. Huh, I guess I did do something wrong. The girl sat on the broken toilet as she let her eyes wander around the jail cell.

            And the first words out of my mouth were, “How’d you get here,” smooth, what a way to start a conversation, I thought sarcastically, as I began to scoot toward the wall opposite from her.

            “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” she said flirtingly, batting her eyelashes as an attempt to sway me. She began to crawl towards me, cat-like, but the intensity of her eyes told me that she wasn’t here to ask me out on a date.

            I just shook my head at her and squeezed myself into a corner, “Um… could you please get the hell out of here? I do not appreciate you being here, or ruining my day. Good-bye and thank you for visiting.” I said bluntly while pointing to the bars.

            All she did was chuckle, as if this was a game. I didn’t think this was funny! Who in their right mind would break into a random person’s jail and start flirting with them? So I am going to guess that this girl is mental.

            “Aw, aren’t you funny,” she said while tracing my collarbone, making shivers run up my spine. What was wrong with me? I never acted like this around my ex-girlfriends. Then she began to tip-toe her fingertips down my chest and onto my abs. “Well, you didn’t answer my question earlier.” She spoke while giggling, but it didn’t fool me, she was strange that was for sure. Why would she go through all this trouble in seducing me, if she hated me? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

            “W-what q-question?” I stuttered, hating how she had this effect on me. I felt like I was in third grade again.

            Her lips came to my ear as she pressed her body against mine. It molded to me like a second skin, and it was soft and delicate like a flower petal, and as cold as winter. “If you want to get out of here.”

            I could smell her everywhere: in my mind, my clothes, my thoughts, the air, no place didn’t have her scent. I’m pretty sure her smell was imprinted in my brain now. Goosebumps appeared and the hair on my neck stood up. My breathing quickened from having her so close, I wanted to push her away, across the room –but I didn’t. I stayed still like a dog playing dead.  

            “So? What’s your answer?” she cooed into my ear, kissing behind my earlobe. Another chill passed through my body before I could answer.