The dark place

Chapter 1

I had the horrific dream once again visiting that retched place. I began to cry. I know it's not "manly" for a guy to cry, but in this case it was. Sweat was dripping from my forehead. My heart was pounding so fast. These reoccurring dreams took over my whole life. In school, instead of focusing on the lesson I would focus on those dreams, trying to understand why I had them and what was the meaning of them. I had no idea why I had them or why I revisited the same place every time I fell asleep. I can't even get through the day without getting startled by a tap on the shoulder or a shout of my name.
I remember my first dream I had of the " dark place". I was 7 years old and I didn't even have dark thoughts then or even think of anything of that sort. I didn't have much to be depressed about at that time. I had a nice family, consisted of a mom, dad, and a little brother, Coby. My little brother and I never fought much like other siblings would and we were always there for each other. I don't know why I had the dream then or why it came to my 7 year old mind. I remember waking up in the middle of the night crying my eyes out and screaming my head off. I screamed so loud I woke up the neighbors. My parents ran into my room asking why I was screaming and crying. I said I had a bad dream. And of course they said "It was just a bad dream, go back to sleep." But it wasn't just a bad dream. Over the next few nights the same routine occurred. I would wake up in the middle of the night crying and screaming. Each night my parents had to reassure the neighbors that everything was alright.
Now I'm 15, my little brother is 12, my parents are divorced, and I still have those terrifying dreams. I can handle the dreams better now and I don't scream as much. Although I still do cry from time to time. Gosh I hate having these dreams, because I always feel like one of the demons from the dreams are gonna come to my house and take me away. It's a living nightmare.
In my dreams I could control what I did, where I went, and who I talked to, kinda like real life but in a different dimension.There were things in that place that could haunt you forever. There were demons, dead people, and all my other fears laid out in one place. It feels like I'm living in a completely different world, but I could still wake up and live my real life.

"Honey it's time to go to school!" My mom called, distracting me from my thoughts.

I cleared my throat before I spoke. "Okay mom!" I answered.

I grabbed my navy blue Jansport bookbag and ran out of the house.

I always walked to school ever since middle school. My school was only 15 minutes away from my house.
Once I arrived at the white building I was greeted by my two best friends, Carter and Zack. We've been friends since kindergarten. Carter had short black hair that was always neatly combed to the side. He mostly talked about bands and band members. He would always know when the newest album or single came out. Zack had blonde hair that was gelled up in a quiff.
He's a pretty laid back guy. He's also a chill guy to hang out with. He was very smart. He would always turn in his homework in on time and had decent grades. And yes they know about my dreams, since they've been my closest friends.

"Yo did you listen to the new Bring Me the Horizon album?" Carter asked.

"Yes!" I said excitedly.

"What's your favorite song so far?"

"True friends."
Just then something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. It was a dark figure. As I looked in the direction it was it, the figure seemed to look familiar. It was a demon from my dream! A demon by the name of Hexan. His face was sickly pale and he had blood oozing from his mouth. My heart was pounding rapidly. I almost couldn't breathe. My vision became blurry. I then
collapsed to the ground.
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This chapter was pretty short, but it will be longer and the story will get interesting. Have a good day!!✌🏻️😄