The Undesirable

N i g h t T e r r o r s

Previously: "Wait, keep this with you." Rena tossed me the perception bottle and I easily catch it with one hand.

"Thanks." I said, turning my back and leaving out the front door.

Once I was outside I looked at her name again, my eyes reading it carefully.

It won't be long until I find you Grace.

C h a p t e r 7

Grace POV

It's been two days since the party and I never stopped thinking about it.
Pretending that I was ok was harder than I thought, even now I'm still not. I keep replaying the dad transforming into that infectious looking monster. And that guy... was he part of the hallucination too?

"Miss Hutson, tell me what happened after you saw the man."

I was sitting on a sofa in Dr. Marks office. I was doing my annual check ups and I was starting to tell Dr.Marks the end of my story. Not only did my mom think I needed some serious medical help but she threw in a psychiatrist too. Ever since I met Dr. Marks, I had always felt a comfort to him. He reminded me of a college professor in their mid thirties. With his demeanor calm and collected, I felt like I could tell him anything with this condition that I have without being judge.

"After we left the house," I started, with my hands playing with the ends of my sleeves,"Trent and Drake tried asking me what was wrong, but I just broke down into hysterics.
It's not like I could tell them, so eventually I said I was scared and angry that I couldn't find them. Technically it's not a lie (since it's half the truth) but overall I was happy that they bought it, giving me their sincerest apologies."

"I see." Dr.Marks said, nodding his head in understanding. The pen in his hand started to scribble something down on his clipboard and I couldn't see what he was writing from where I was sitting.

I wouldn't doubt that he was probably thinking that I'm some lunatic.

"Now Miss Hutson after all this has happened, have you had anymore hallucinations?"

I hesitated a little but then shook my head 'no'.

So far I was lucky that I hadn't seen anything yet which is kinda surprising since I lost my pills. I must have dropped them when I got attacked by the dad.

God I sound like a crack head.

And when I found out that I didn't have my hard core drugs, I for sure thought I would go into an insane asylum. But surprisingly, I have been having these really weird dreams instead.

Would that be considered a hallucination? I still wasn't quite sure.

"Something else on your mind?"Dr. Marks politely asked, studying me with his light eyes, his finger pushed his horn rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

I just decided to suck it up and tell him. "I have been having these strange dreams after that night." I admitted.

Dr.Marks shifted more in his chair seeming interested. "Go on."

I breathed in and tried to remember the dream, going back to the start ...how it always started.

I opened my eyes and I was back into the world of Hell. It was like the hallucination that I had when the dad attacked me, but only this time it was different. I was in a city that I didn't recognize. The atmosphere was a burning bright red and flames got on each building. Strong winds tore some of the buildings down, and the sky was filled with sparks and billowing smoke.
It was chaos and I wanted to run until I saw a clear view of a stampede of monsters. They were pouring in from every direction, some of them covered in blood, some of them blackened by soot. My fear got the best of me and I was as stiff as stone. They were moving so fast as they snarled and snapped their teeth in hunger.
I thought I was going to die until I saw the guy with the scythe jump in front of me. He was in a protective stance and was ready for them along with two other people that I was unfamiliar with. I couldn't see their faces, only the man with scythe turned to me looking panicked and screamed: