To The End

16 Fucking Nightmares

10 Days

    "Frank?" I call out, with no response. The air here is so cold and dry. Where am I? I look around. Its a dark room. In front of  me is a bathroom vanity, I walk towards it, and look in the mirror. Of course, it's me in the reflection, but something is up. I pick my hand up so I can move the hair from my eyes. The girl in the mirror doesn't move. My eyes widen, I step back.

        She smiles, "Come back, Dakota. You monster, come and face what you've done." I haven't done anything, but I have no control. I find myself  walking back towards the mirror. I've vanished from the surface. Now, Frank was in the reflection. He had blood dripping from his eyes. I run forward now, and I put my hand on the glass. "Frank?! Are you okay?! How did you end up in there?!!!" He grins, blood in his mouth, also. "It was all you, Dakota."

        I open my eyes, I'm breathing heavily and sweating. My cheeks are crusted with tears. It's not even light outside yet, but Mikey isn't in the bed.  I sit up and look around, the only life in the room, other then me, is the tv. I stand up and walk out to the main living area. There he is, asleep on the couch. "I'm sorry." I sigh and sit down on the floor next to the couch.

        "Dakota...?" what?  who is that? what time is it? where am I? or lord, my head. I open my eyes slightly, and see Mikey. "Hi" he shakes his head and smiles, "What are you doing out here?" "I should be asking you that" He sighs, "You were killing me last night. Ever heard of staying still?" I shake my head. "Never have.." we laugh, he kisses me, then stands up. "I'll make some coffee" "Yay!"

                   I really didn't realize how much I hate my mother. She needs to pipe the fuck down. It's been four days now, there wasn't a time frame of more then 5 minutes without her looking over my shoulder. I mean, lord. I don't actually do anything interesting, I think all I've done was draw several pictures, and read comics. There shouldn't be anything interesting about that to her, should there? I mean, I draw nicely, but the comics?? She hates comics!  Any who, I'm free today. Her and dad have some "important business" to take care of. Whatever the fuck it is, I'm happy with it.