When Nightmares Become Reality

Nightmares

Amy sat down trying to do her homework, but all she could think about was that boy on the bus. She kept seeing his messy blond hair, the big smirk on his face and his intense blue eyes. The thing she really couldn't get out of her head, was the outstanding orange t-shirt.

She was hundred percent sure she wouldn't be able to sleep, but at the second her head hit her pillow she was on her way to dreamland.
Her dream started with the normal scene, Amy and her adoptive dad having the usual conversation.
"Why can't you just tell me?" Amy said whilst crying.
"Some things are meant to be hidden, I can't tell you, Amy" he yelled.
Amy's sadness went away and she was left with her biggest fear. To feel alone and frightened.
"I need to know," she said stubborn.
Her adoptive dad's face said one thing; "one more word and you're done."
"Please." She tried carefully.
He raised his fist and hit her as hard as he could at the same spot as always. Amy screamed as high as she could, the sound of her suffering echoed through the empty house. Her blood filled the whole scene.
When the blood was gone, she found herself in this pitch black room. She heard a creepy noise far away, it sounded like a child crying. She had a strong feeling that someone was watching her. The crying got louder and slowly turned into screaming, like the child was getting older. Suddenly the light was turned on and she saw this girl lying on the floor. Blood was dripping from her mouth and she had lots of bruises. Her long, wavy, brown hair was wet from blood and sweat. Tears where streaming down Amy's face, when she realized she wasn't looking at this random girl. It was her, the girl was Amy.

She woke up by her own scream, sweaty and terrified. She got up and took a quick shower, then she grabbed an apple and left the house in a rush. She had to leave before her adoptive dad woke up, she had to be quick. He would probably lock her in the basement and make her stay their for hours, well if he was in a good mood.
She got on the bus, but when the bus driver asked where she was going all she could think about was that guy with the orange t-shirt. She'd heard where he came from, by his accent.
"New York, I'm going to New York."

Well that was a bit darker, tell me what you think and yeah I hope you liked it :)