what happened in a small town

part twelve

Sweet dreams don’t last.
This is a fact that no one can deny, beautiful dreams are short and fleeting, and their effect is ephemeral because they cannot stand in the face of scary and dark nightmares and reality. It is ironic that nightmares have a greater effect than dreams, affecting feelings, actions, and personality. They only begin to appear and the person changes after that.

After she went to bed as soon as she got back at half past nine, she was immersed in a beautiful dream. She did what he asked her to do, not to let anything ruin her night, but inside her beautiful dream, she was sitting on the beach with Harry in his little hut, in an orange bathing suit similar to hers at sixteen when she first went with him, swimming and running and exchanging kisses and intimate touches, the perfect scene in romantic movies. She saw him coming from afar, and evil flashed in his eyes, looking at her, His teeth clenched together in clear anger. She turns to look for Harry but she doesn’t find him. She looks around and sees him far away from Anne. She calls out to him but he doesn’t hear her. No one does anything, and before she can do anything, she finds him pulling her from her embrace, crushing her between his fingers, and she can’t scream.

She was suffocating, dying, and no one cared; finally, she screamed to find herself on her cold bed, her body hot, a few drops of sweat on her forehead, and her phone ringing non-stop.

She took a slow breath to banish this dream. She grabbed her phone, and Marianne’s name made her gasp, the monster’s neighbor she used to live with, the one who had killed her in the dream a minute ago; she moved her dry throat as she put the phone to her ear.

“Marianne.”
“Did I wake you up?”
Her voice sounded normal, but that didn’t make her calm down. She was very grateful for her help, but her phone call was terrifying her, especially after this dream that had turned into a nightmare.
“No, it’s okay.. how are you?”
She tried to sound as normal as she could, and apparently, she succeeded. The other replied without further ado. “I’m fine, I was just calling to check in with you and tell you something.” She paused for a moment, then hesitantly replied. “Dean left his apartment a week ago.”
She didn’t know how to answer that, she didn’t want to remember him again, she wanted to pretend he wasn't in her life, but she found herself sitting up in bed and asking her quietly. "Do you know what happened?”
“Not exactly; I just got back two days ago, but what I know is that he lost a few matches, so they stopped paying his apartment payments.” She paused for a moment then asked. “Didn’t you know that this apartment is for rent and not his?”
She sighed, ignoring the question, and muttered sarcastically. “Yes, having whore run away from him made him bad in the sponsoring company he represents in matches.”
She ignored her sarcasm, feeling sorry for her but not going to sour her wound; she pursed her lips, trying to make a good point. “Maybe it’s in your best interest; I mean, now that he has no sponsor and no job, he won’t care about you.”
“Or that made him even more angry and want to find me to hold me responsible for what happened.” She said quickly, feeling the back of her neck.
Marianne replied in an attempt to ease her fear. “Okay, but he can’t find you in your city and he doesn’t have the money to find you either.” She hummed in agreement and Marianne continued. “If I find out anything I’ll call you.”
“Thank you, Marianne, you are really a good person.”

She closed the phone and leaned back in bed, turning on the dim light next to her bed, chugging half the glass of water she always kept next to her, grabbing the remote, and trying to find a movie or a series that would give her a little companionship to dispel her fear, she hoped he would consider her unworthy of being found, that she would rather die than return to him, she wanted to talk to Harry and tell him to help her like he always did but she couldn’t put that on him, she tried to push her thoughts away and focus on the TV.

But suddenly the screen went dark and then the whole room, the  electricity stopped working, the world went dark around her, she screamed in fear, she called out her aunt but there was no answer, she felt the sounds of the irOn gate below, she grabbed her necklace and terrified tears gathered in her eyes, she didn’t think whether she just imagine because of the effect of fear or not, this is a luxury she doesn’t have now, she grabbed the necklace hanging around her neck forcefully, she moved her fingers to her side in fear and picked up her phone, she opened it to light up her face and bring the shadows around her to life, she was about to call but like the movies its battery was empty because she didn’t put it on the charger before she fall in sleep, so before she could finish the call it went dark, she threw it on the bed and got up with faltering steps and opened the door of the room, crying in fear of the darkness and her bad nightmares that she feared would come true, she went down the stairs quietly for fear of someone’s presence, she stumbled and fell to the top of the stairs, she got up without thinking about the pain, her mind was picturing the most horrific scenarios for her and the pain of falling seemed the nicest of them, she walked Right down the hall until she bumped into the phone table next to the couch and thanked her aunt for still having a line Land that no one use anymore, she picked it up and dialed the first number in her mind and the only number she knew, she waited a few seconds until she heard his voice and her voice cracked with tears. “Harry… Harry.”