Nightmare.

                 

There are people everywhere.  It's hard to move without spilling my drink all down me.  I resort to awkwardly manoeuvring in between the sweaty drunk teens.  The sun is blaring down as the beads of sweat trickle down my back, making a damp trail on my new Aztec print crop top.  Finally I reach the bar.  I push past the small crowd of people in order for the bartender to see me.  He hands me my vodka and coke.  I place it down on the counter top, and turn my head to greet my friend; I had lost her in the crowd.  I turn back to grab my drink.  I notice a girl with her ginger and black hair braided in two appear beside me.  Smiling politely at her, I finally take my drink and make my way back towards the claustrophobic room with the pounding bass.

The girl, she's everywhere.  Everywhere I turn I see a glimpse of her.  I don't know her... She won't leave me alone.  In my drunken stupor I dismiss the brief anxiety she caused me, and begin to lose myself in the music.  I close my eyes and begin to sway my hips in a circular motion.  Almost immediately I feel a pair of small hands grip my hips and pull me backwards so I was up against them.  Thinking nothing of it, I continue to dance with my unidentified partner, until I notice their long braided hair.  It's her - the one who I thought I had fabricated in my drunken state.  Her hot breath was sticky on my neck as I continued to grind against her.   I drink more of my vodka and coke, and as a result of this and the ridiculous assortment of spirits that I had consumed earlier in the night, I can truly feel the alcohol getting to my head, but that's when I hear her laughter.  It's short but manic, something sinister in its tone.  It makes me want to run.  I knew I have to get away from her; I have to escape.  But I don't.

Panting, I force my eyes open.  Taking in my dark surroundings, there was a comforting sense of familiarity.  I was at home.  I was safe.  I was away from her.  But something washed over me; an overwhelming sense of dread, so I did what most people do when they feel scared in bed: I hid under the duvet covers.  As childish as it seems, it was a physical barrier between me and whatever the cause of my fear was.  Have you ever been alone in a room, yet feel the presence of someone else?  That was what I was experiencing.  It wasn't until I felt a sudden weight on me that I thought I was hallucinating in my delirious state.   It was as if I was outside of my body, watching the fear grow on my face as my breathing quickened.  I tried so hard to stay still.  I tried.  The weight made its way up my body and finally slumped on my chest.  There was a sudden coolness in temperature as I watched her long fingers pull back the duvet from the side of my head.  I squeezed my eyes shut, allowing a single insignificant tear trail down my cheek.  She moved my hair, and moved closer to my ear.  I could feel her breathing again; she was so close to me.   A shrill giggle escaped her lips, and I could feel her smirk against my ear:

"It looks like the spider has caught the fly."

Her laughter continued, emphasising her psychotic mind.  I started to move; I was stupid enough to fight back.  I tried so hard to stay still.  Her spindly fingers began to reach for my neck as my breathing was returning to my previous state as to when I originally woke.  I tried to control my breathing but failed dismally.  I winced in pain as her knife-like nails began to penetrate my skin.  As they broke the surface, they raked down causing me to scream.  The nauseating smell of my blood and ripped flesh filled the room as she grabs my face to force me to look at her.  She wanted to see the pain in my eyes - her grin gets wider.  Pinning my arms with her knees, she leans forward so she's an inch away from my lips.  I thought she was going to kiss me.  I would have preferred that to feeling her tongue against the wound she had inflicted upon me.  I watched the drops of my blood drip from her lower lip and grimaced in disgust as I felt them splatter onto my skin that was now covered with a fine sheen of sweat that had accumulated over this event, all while she continued to grin menacingly at me.  I tried to scream.  I tried so hard to scream.  The hoarse sound that left my mouth simply caused her to bellow with laughter, clearly finding my failure extremely amusing.   I riled around underneath her, trying to overpower her, tears streaming down my face, whilst the expression of distress was causing a pounding headache.  Her laughter was all I could hear, and her sinister smirk all I could see.  I needed to escape.  I tried so hard to escape.