The Voices Inside My Head

My Dreams are Always Nightmares and my Nightmares Terrify me.

A/N:

Mema is my grandmother.

I was running down my hallway with my friend Aurora. We were playing hide-and-go-seek-tag and my sister Penelope was the tagger. I spotted Aurora run up some stairs that I did not know were there. I was frantic to find a hiding spot.

At the end of the hallway, my brother's room glowed enticingly, lighting up the dark hallway. I ran to it, but once inside, I slowed down and took a breath.

The green curtains were drawn giving the lighting a dirty grey color. I walked to the television that sat upon a dark, short, wooden desk. There was a pile of photo albums on the desk and one with a pine green cover lay open.

My Mema was staying over and was currently sleeping in the boys bedroom seeing as they were still young enough to sleep in my mom's king sized bed. Mema loved making photo albums of her trips and her time spent with family. She carried her Cannon camera everywhere. She was strange in the fact that being over 70 she still camped without an air mattress and only one sleeping bag in the cold, slushy months of May. She was a trooper and no one dared to go camping with her.

The pine green photo album called to me, and I walked up to in a dazed state. I grazed the plastic that protected the photos while looking at them.

Lia.

In sticky foam letters, the name stood by a picture of a black and white photo of a dark hallway. I continued to stare at it as a person in white started to float towards me. I continued to look, captivated. She kept coming, to the point that her face was right up against the picture like a screen. She was all white because of the photo's color. She wore a white dress and had wispy white hair. She had attentive, grey eyes. She reached her hand out to me, and I tried to turn away and run for my 12year old life with my lungs still intact. I had to get away from Lia.

With an incredibly strong, invisible force, I was knocked down onto the light wooden floor of the bedroom.

"Hope Angelica!" Aurora screamed. I could see her shadow running towards the room. I tried calling out to my best friend.

I tried to run.

I tried to scream.

I tried to move.

I tried to cry.

I tried to shiver.

But, I was submerged into a hollow, suffocating darkness.

But, I was cocooned in the same force that had knocked me down. I was trapped.

I was doomed as the dark consumed me.