Don't Say That

Chapter 2: Nightmare

"Ugh, why is it so dark?" she said in a daze of confusion and drowsiness. Stacy reaches towards her nightstand to grab her phone but doesn't feel anything.
"What's going on?" she whispers to herself. Then at the foot of her bed she hears someone quietly say
"Stacy" in what it sounded like a male child's voice.
"Hello?" At this moment she begins to feel like someone is forcing her down. She tries to fight back and scream but cannot move or speak. At this point she is freaking out. Then she hears it again but a little bit louder this time.
"Stacy."
Who is this and what do they want? She thinks to herself. Then all of a sudden she feels this sharp pain right above her left hip. Like someone cut or scratched her.
"Watch out he's coming" Stacy hears catching her off guard. Who? She tries to say but can't. It gets really quiet and the pressure on Stacy stops.
"Hello?" Finally being able to speak.
     "Where am I?" She looks down and sees that on her left hip there where three scratches, she was bleeding a lot. Right when she looked back up she saw a face, a face of a male child but it looked different, wrong. It looked very malnourished, pale to the face, kinda sick-like. But the part that stood out most was the eye on the right. It was bloody and manipulated. It looked very infected with puss oozing out of it.
"It's too late!" He screams in her face. Before she had time to think the face disappeared and she woke up. That was the weirdest fucking dream I've ever ha- wait there was that one with all my teachers and my parents having a blood orgy, you know what never mind. Stacy looks at her phone and sees that she has a new message from Alex.
"Hey so u still on 4 the party on Sat" it read.
"I dont think I wanna go u know it might be stupid" she replied.
"Come on it wont be that bad plus I will be there 2 save u from awkward conversations lol."
"Fine lol ttyl I gotta get ready 4 school."
"Haha okay bye."
Stacy went through her dresser and picked out the usual; jeans and a t-shirt. When she was undressing she noticed that on her left hip where three scratches like the ones in her dreams. But these looked like they where months old. They where only nasty scars. That's... strange she thought to herself. But she didn't really think much of it since she was in a rush to get ready.
"Shit!" She remembered the paper that was due today. Well maybe he will give me some more time, I hope. She quickly got dressed and went to school. That day everything was the same old same old, but good news Mr. Ashton let her have some more time on my paper. Even with the good news she couldn't get that image of that child out of her head. Usually when Stacy had a bad dream it would scare her for a little bit and then she would get over it but this time something was different, something was wrong.