Time is odd when you are dreaming. Sometimes the whole night goes in a flash. Others, it seems like hours, but on the clock only a few minutes have passed. The doctors say that I have a special 'condition' that allows me, against my will, to bring my nightmares to life. That special condition cost me my arm. Most of the time I wish and hope that I don't have any dreams when I go to sleep that night, I wish I could have a dream where I saw a lost relative or something, but usually when I wish for no nightmares, I have really creepy ones.
I'm not talking about the usual nightmares. I'm not one for waking up in a cold sweat, panting for an hour, then just going back to sleep after I promise myself it was just a dream. I wish my dreams were like that. No, when I wake up from a nightmare it's like a cold slap in the face, screaming, THIS IS REALITY!!! My mind won't let me go back to sleep, that explains why I'm home schooled.
My name is Cleo.
I am keeping this journal for when my nightmares actually hurt me in real life, like they always threaten to do. It's time for bed, just another nightmare awaits under the first sheet of darkness people call the beginning of a dream.
I ran as fast as I could through the dark oak tree's that surrounded my house, some dark; mysterious figure was chasing after me. I couldn't remember the last time I ran this fast, oh yeah just last night in the same dream. Anyway. I could hear it's hard footsteps against the leaves, or were those my feet? I realized I wasn't wearing any shoes so those were the followers feet and they were picking up their pace. I tried to run faster but my feet wouldn't allow me to sprint. My feet screamed at my brain in agony. "I can't help the fact that I'm stepping on twigs!" I screamed at my feet. My feet suddenly started to lose their footing and I took a face plant in the dirt. The figure caught up rather quickly and I cursed under my breath.
"I caught you now! Your mine!" The figure exclaimed rather loudly. It didn't take me long to realize it was a man.
The man was about six feet, five inches so he towered over me, especially since I was sprawled in eagle position in the dirt. From the dim light of his torch, which were very valuable in our town, I noticed that his eyes were a deep shade of brown almost black. His face was stiff and his chin stuck out straight, the man had beads of sweat dribbling off of his shadowed forehead. I attempted to think happy thoughts about home, home was always a place where I could relax, home was where I knew I belonged, home was a four lettered word that to me meant a haven. I jumped up, a pain piercing through my leg. A thick twig had broken the skin and I felt warm sticky liquid running down my left leg. I recognized the man almost instantly. I had, had the exact same dream the night before. The mans name was The Assassin or Bob.
"Fine you caught me, happy?" I snapped.
"Ecstatic!" The assassin exclaimed.
He gripped my dirty, right arm with great force, I felt as if he was going to snap it in half. I didn't doubt his strength, I've seen what happens when I make him angry.
"You don't have nothin' to say now that I've captured ya, do ya?" The Assassin asked.
"Why would I start a fight with an Assassin?" I quarried angrily.
"Because I heard from your ma that your a tough little Red," The Assassin said.
By the way I live in a town where everyone is known as a Red.
"When have you talked to my ma?" I asked.
"Just a couple days ago, she's the one who paid me to capture ya!" The Assassin exclaimed.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" I yelled, spitting on his shoes receiving a brutal swat across my dirty face as a punishment.
"Don't you have any respect?" He yelled.
"I think you just don't deserve my respect," I said through clenched teeth.
He looked at me with a face that could have stopped time in it's tracks. I knew that one more comment would get my arm snapped in half. That's a risk that I was willing to take.
"Did you know you have a big forehead?" I asked.
He growled and moved his black, gloved hand so fast that my usually sharp senses didn't catch it. In about five seconds I was awake in my bed screaming my head off.
My arm was bent in a funny direction like it had been in my dream, I realized that my arm had really snapped in half (Literally). Warm, salty tears streamed down my face, I went to wipe them off and I received a surprise, my hand was covered in dirt. I glared at my clock and realized I had only been asleep for an hour. The night had gone by fast, and in that short hour I had broken my arm, and that's the only nightmare I could remember enough to right down.
