And That's Where it all Started

Chapter One

        "Mom?" I whispered as I climbed into bed. "I had another nightmare, Mom," I said shaking her awake. "What is it?" she replied. "I said I had another nightmare."  "C'mere," she said. "Okay," I said snuggling close to her. I had been coming into her room, after dad had died, with these terrible nightmares. They seemed to strike me with fear, nothing else, just pure fear. Each dream, something bad would happen to my mom, Mary, and I would always have to hear her scream. Every time I would have to hear her pain. And every time I would be still, unable to move and help her. With this thought in my mind I snuggled closer to her. I felt safe in her arms. Like, there was a barrier in which no creature, no evil could touch us. I was just about to fall asleep, until I heard her groan loudly. "Mom," I whispered, "what is it?" Just another groan. Okay, now I was worried. "Mom? MOM?" I turned her on her side and saw something dark, soaking the bed and drenching her night gown. "Oh, God no, nonononono!" I panicked, about to get out of bed, until I realized I couldn't move. "No!" I screamed, "I'm supposed to wake up now. This...This isn't supposed to happen..." My voice grew faint, and I could here her groaning even louder. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. It was as if my arms and legs were tied down, but there weren't any strings. That's when I saw it. Red eyes gleaming in the dark, directly in front of my dying mother. 

        I closed my laptop after that line. "Well, enough of that story for today!" I slowly shifted around in my bed. It was already after midnight, and I had to wake up at 5:30. When I first started writing this late, which was the only time possible, I complained over the lack of sleep. Then I realized that I could function with only four hours of sleep. I know it must not be healthy, but on weekends I usually sleep in until like 10:30-11:00 a.m., so it balances out over time.

        When I finally found the one comfortable place (for the moment) to sleep, I stared at the ceiling. Remembering the day I had just witnessed, I started to plan out my day for tomorrow: Wake up at 5:30, get school supplies ready/study, make breakfast, eat breakfast while brainstorming for new book/read, take care of dishes, get dressed, get things together and begin walking to school (hopefully before parents get up). "Okay," I mumbled, "tomorrow is gonna be good." I smiled to myself at that last part. Let's see how long it takes for me to actually fall asleep now...