I woke up, but not in my room. A gelid draft grazed upon my skin, and as I listened, I heard the rain pouring around me. As I scanned my surroundings, I noticed that I was in my old hometown. I couldn't stop running for some odd reason, it was like I couldn't control my body. Then I saw the crash, the one my parents were in. They're covered in blood and scars. Blood spilled out of the cracked door, and upon the street, mingling with the deep puddles of water. I screamed and cried, as the warm, red water spread further reaching my feet. Why?! Why is this happening all over again? What's going on?!
In this moment of utter horror, I noticed my father's body rotting. Skin burnt and peeling, his eyes creeping out of his skull. His flesh seemed to breathe, and as it began to fall away I get a glimpse of what was hidden inside, a plethora of breeding insects and maggots, squirming and twisting inside him. All the while, his face turned to the road, like he was still driving. All that was left on his lifeless body was mostly bone and some muscle, though, in his decay, it was hard to tell one apart from the other. As I fell to my knees about to sob, his head turned to me, it was almost like he was smiling.
Suddenly, I wake up screaming, clawing at the mattress.
"MOM! DAD! Don't leave me... again. Stay!", I screamed out loud. I awoke from the nightmare with tears running down my dimpled cheeks.
I open my eyes to see, my room in a mess; like an animal ravaged through my room. Pillows torn, my things tossed on the floor and when I look at the comforter, a black hand mark is left by my feet. I look at my hands for an answer of why it's there, but nothing could explain it. The mess, well, could've been me sleep walking.
The atmosphere in the room changed. It's suspiciously quiet. Suddenly, Jamon came barging in my room like some crazed mad man.
"Hey! What the hell was that? You okay? It's 2 in the morning!", Jamon said running through the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine don't worry. Just a nightmare.", I confirmed.
Goddamn, can this guy just stop trying? He sounds pathetic.
"Um, alright." Jamon said as he left my room
The next morning, I wake up to a text message on my phone. To my surprise it was Lilith. She wanted to hang out tonight at 11:30.
Why am I getting so stupid faced? Stop smiling god dammit, it's just a girl. Probably doesn't even care about me. If Jamon wasn't so stupid, maybe we could've met like normal people.
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Strangers and Demons
Teen Fiction*TRIGGER WARNING* Review: "It is an exciting story, and certainly more poignant than most horror titles. It starts out from the perspective of an extremely troubled boy, Grayson, and quickly becomes a strange, darkly amusing story of social ac...
