Anne-Maria (Completed)

Nightmares

I was walking, slowly, on a sidewalk. I had no idea where I was, or where I was going, I only knew who I was. I was Anne-Maria, I was my old self again. I grew scared inside but couldn't control my body. I continued to walk with the sun burning my skin. It was cold and windy, but I was warm. My hand was holding onto someone else's hand, I looked to see who it was.

Kan. I tried to smile and say something, but my lips were sewn together. Kan let go of me and hushed my closed lips with his finger. He told me not to worry, but I was in so much pain. I was crying now. What was Kan doing to me?

I looked down at my stab wound from a year ago and winced as it ripped open. My lips were back to normal and I screamed, surely piercing Kan's ears. He stepped back, shocked at my reaction. I asked him what was happening but he started to disappear, like he had done before.

He waved goodbye and left with a smile on his face. What about me?

I asked him to stay but I was too late. I looked back down at my open wound and cried out in pain. It hurt more and more every second. More blood poured out, more than I had remembered. My intestines were starting to fall out and I tried to hold my puke in my mouth just a bit longer, but failed. I was all alone now, and I was scared.

I closed my eyes to block out my intestines. I cried and screamed. I could feel everything pouring out of me. I was losing myself. I screamed so loud that I had pierced my own ear drums.

I woke up screaming in a puddle of sweat. My father rushed in asking what was wrong. I took a few deep breaths without answering, and went straight to pull up my shirt. I pulled up my shirt just enough to where I could see the scar on my stomach. I sighed, but almost threw up instead. I got up and ran past my dad to the bathroom. My mother rushed in with my dad and they comforted me, still confused on what happen. I clearly had a nightmare, but they obviously didn't get that.

As I finally calmed down and got the image of my intestines on the floor out of my head, my dad tucked me in bed. He told me that the nightmares are just nightmares and that I would be okay. He finally left after kissing my forehead and shut my door on his way out. I was left in complete darkness. I was still scared and tried to force myself to sleep a few times. After an hour or two laying with my eyes shut tightly, I gave up. I couldn't sleep, I was too scared.

I tried to reassure myself that I was fine, and that I would always be fine. I couldn't comfort myself enough though, the image of the nightmare kept coming back. I laid there awake all night, wishing that I could sleep.

My alarm went of at six A.M and at that time, I was crying. I had gotten no sleep at all after I awoke from the nightmare. I was mad at myself and I was now sleep deprived. I needed sleep, especially for the upcoming day. I sighed as I said goodbye to my mom who dropped me off in the parking lot at my new school.

After entering the over-sized high school, I struggle to find myself a bathroom. When I finally found one, I sat on the floor, hoping girls wouldn't come in. Kevin walked by and asked what I was doing while standing outside of the bathroom. I got up without saying a word, afraid that I might yell or scream at him because of how grumpy and irritated I was. We walked to our courtyard and sat outside of our math class and talked about how our Tuesdays went. I talked to him about my dream, but he just called me crazy and said the same things my dad had said.

I sighed as the bell rang and tried my hardest to stay awake during the college tours, and I think I might have slept on the bus, I was too tired to remember.