Dream or Nightmare

Chapter VII

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In My Jail Cell

Chapter VII

            All was still.

            Nothing was upset.

            The crickets and every insect known to man were silent or dead. Everyone was either asleep or gone. Everything around me was too quiet to natural.

            Ba-bump, Ba-bump, Ba-bump.

The only sound that was audible, was my pounding heart and heavy breathing.

            My lungs soon became filled with dirt as I began to inhale more deeply. The sweat on my skin clung to my body. The sun was setting and I was running – no sprinting –toward the forest. I was almost to the seemingly haunted forest. It's warm air radiated towards me. Suddenly, a cold breeze whipped around me before propelling me backwards onto my back.

            I laid there, trying to catch my breath from the wind that was knocked out of me moments before when roots from the earth began to emerge and wrestled with my flailing limbs as I struggled to stand up. The roots trapped my hands and legs first, and as I was about to scream for help, a larger and more gnarled root covered my mouth –making my voice useless.

            Clots of dirt began to cloud my vision as my breathing started to grow more laborious. The more I struggled in the dirt, the deeper I was pulled into the ground and the more the roots tightened their hold.

            My heart thudded painfully against my chest as the last of my oxygen was exhaled from my lips. The fear of dying, the fear of never seeing Lydia again, the fear of never walking on this Earth again gripped my soul tighter than the hold of the roots.

            The faded purple mixed with so many different hues, was the last view of the sky I ever saw.  I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable. My face was the only thing visible now.

            Then I heard footsteps. So light and quiet, I thought they weren't real.

            I tried helplessly to crane my neck around to see, but moving was not an option. The person stopped next to me and leaned over, inviting me to see its face.

            My weary eyes opened from their deathbed to see the most familiar face.

            It was her face. It was Lydia’s face, contorted in anger with eyes as red as the fires in Hell.

            She didn’t offer her hand to me; it didn’t look like she was going to save me at all. I begged her with me eyes. Didn’t she see I was going to be buried alive?

            She did say one thing though that scared me more than Aunt Jenny's surprise fruitcake on Christmas morning.

            She glared at me with those hell red eyes and growled in the most menacing voice I'd heard to this day, “Fear me…”

            Then she turned and stalked in the other direction without one glance back, as if she didn’t know me.

            I struggled against my bonds with a new vigor. How could she forget me and leave me inches from death? Fighting against the roots was useless, I was pulled even deeper and the sky was suddenly gone.