I saw him for the first time that night, in my dreams. His eyes burnt into me like a fiery flame. They were beautiful, blue, and impossible for me to take my eyes off of. Later on I would realize that the angel from my dream is real, but he is far from an angel.
He called out to me by a name I hadn’t heard in years. Samantha. No one called me that, not sense the.. accident. I went by Sarah, and until that moment I had gotten used to it. It was me, but I also realized in that moment, that it wasn’t. I asked him why he had called me by Samantha. “That’s your name isn’t it, Sarah?” He said it as if “Sarah” was something of disgust. I was confused, and a little bit angry. I couldn’t think of any genius sassy come backs because I was too distracted by his beauty. I was sure of two things: this boy knew something that I didn’t, and he was gorgeous.
“Why did you say it like that?” I ask, unaware if his increasing annoyance towards me. “Sarah is not your name, I don’t think you should go by one that is not real.” “Is that any of your business?” I ask. I’m getting over his good lucks because I’m going to get down to the bottom of this mystery man’s secret. “Yes, actually it is. You don’t remember me do you?” I’m sure he sensed how confused I was by my facial expression and silent reply. “I’m Eli, from ninth grade.”
I woke up to a bed covered in sweat do to the intense dream I had just been released from. I needed some air. I walked out the door of the apartment complex and looked up at the stars. Did this mean something or was I just acting like a lunatic? Either way, I didn’t want to go back into my unconscious state to find out. I had to find something to occupy myself, it was 4:05 in the morning. “I need coffee” I say to myself.
So I stand there watching my coffee poor out and trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. The dream was intensely real seeming. I needed to know, but there was no way I was going back to sleep anytime soon.
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“Ouch!” I scream. Ugh, I got shampoo in my eye again. It was now 8:30 and I had spent the last 4 hours sitting on the couch, thinking. The time passed by surprisingly fast. My mind couldn’t shake the dream. I planed on going out to get groceries. I was running low, on just about everything.
I opened the fridge to find nothing but yogurt and a few water bottles. Good thing I was too starving to be picky. After I devoured all of the food left in the sad, empty, refrigerator, I took off on my journey.
The awkwardness of being in an elevator with people you don’t know is one of my least favorite things in this world. The cheesy elevator music plays as I stand there in silence next to a woman who looked to be in her late 30’s or early 40’s. Down we went, I always hope it doesn’t stop to let more people enter. I’d rather get out as fast as possible, not to mention my minor claustrophobia. Ugh, this lady was humming to the lame elevator music. When it comes to a stop I jump out right away and sprint towards my car. It’s a dark blue convertible. I love driving in my car because it’s my me time. I get to listen to music in peace, other than the odd looks you get from passing drivers and people at stop lights. But that’s okay, because I love to sing, not that I’m any good at it.
Maybe it was the weather, or it could have been the dream, but today I didn’t sing. I didn’t even turn on the radio. I drove in silence. Something was giving me a funny feeling in my stomach. I felt un-ease, like something was about to happen. I should have never went to the store that day..
I got out of my car and officially dropped the dream from my mind. I walked in through the automatic doors and grabbed a pulley. Normal people write grocery lists, me, I’m too lazy for all that business. Once I started walking around, adding items to my cart, I felt like I was being watched. That un-easy feeling came back. Again, I tried to push it away because I was just being paranoid.
(Not only was I wrong about that, but I was so wrong that it cost me my life, in the physical sense anyway. I am technically alive and dead at the same time.)
He came up behind me and whispered in my ear, with that scary yet attractive voice I know all too well now.
“Meet me outside, I drive a silver mustang, get in it, or I’ll kill you.”
I turned about slowly. It was him! The guy from my dream!
“But.. But..” I started to say then I stopped myself.
“Do it.” He said, then walked away towards the exit. Before he walked out he held up a five as if he was saying I had five minutes to be at his car. I was too shocked to be scared, but once he was gone I was terrified. I left my pulley were it was and started walking towards the exit. Battling the millions of thoughts running through my head, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be late.
I sent a silent prayer up to God and looked for the car. Once I found it, and him, I started to think that my life really could be in danger. I had never been so scared in my life. I walked trying not to think about anything, because it I thought, then I’d panic, and if I panicked, I wouldn’t be able to function properly. I approached him at his car, trying my best to look and stay calm. “Your beautiful, I’m glad you showed,” he told me.
“Thank you,” I replied in such a whisper that I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me.
“Your welcome darling,” he said. Then he opened the car door for me. “what a gentlemen,” I thought sarcastically of course. He jogged around to the other side of the car to get to the drivers side. And the dream came into my head. He was just as beautiful in person, but his eyes were different. They looked evil, varying from the dream where they were nothing but a gorgeous sea of blue, the eyes of an angel. But when I looked at him, I still saw those eyes. His eyes were amazing. I think that’s the only thing that kept me sane throughout my stay at the Torture Motel. I came up with that name about two weeks after my first night of being there.
He got in the car and I brought up the courage to ask him where he was taking me. “Some where private,” he said, “it’ll be fun.” I was afraid. Somehow I kept calm though. “Your house?” I asked, not sure if I even wanted to know the answer.
“I guess you could say that,” he said, smiling that evil, beautiful smile. His smile almost gave me comfort, then I thought about his words. “Somewhere private,” that could never be good. “It’ll be fun,” that sounded even worse. I don’t I’m going to be having any fun.
