Broken Nightmares

I was here again, in this dark hallway. It's always dark. For unknown reasons my attire always consisted of a uniform fit for a school, a white shirt hidden under a loose black sweater, a black plaid design skirt that fell just below my thighs and dark tights with no footwear. I guess I should introduce myself to you, right?

Well, My name is Lynne Anora, I live in England with my Father. I'm pale skinned with dark blue eyes and natural light black hair that falls down just past my shoulders, I tie up a clump of hair on the right side of my head with a ribbon which gives me a childish sort of look, well... I'm 14 years old going on 15 standing at 4'8ft, quite a thin build and yet, I still have no chest to show for it. This means I get mistaken for a 10 year old no matter where I go! With my looks down, I'd describe myself as a complete pervert. Yes, I'm a girl who enjoys catching an unintentional glimpse of another females undergarments. I know I'm not normal, I know that. But... sometimes I wonder if I'm attracted the same sex or just.. the underwear that they attire themselves with? Anyways I'm droning on!... Let's get on with my story.

Every time I return to this gloomy building, I can hear a soft tune. There's not a note of happiness in the tune, it's very minor and something you'd hear in a sad music box, if I had to describe it... it'd be like a ballerina music box! Although the song is much slower. As I venture down these dark corridors I can hear the tune in the back of my head, tears stroll uncontrollably down my soft cheeks as I search room after room. They're not just any rooms, they're classrooms... I guess I should also pull you upto check as to why someone as small as me is in a creepy place like this? It all started a couple of years ago...

“She's gone, there's nothing we can do!” my father would say. “I can speak to her through the Void of Eternal Vanquish-”, “Stop it with that childish act, Lynne! I've had enough! You're 12 years old starting from yesterday, if I have to hear anymore of this 'evil this' 'evil that' 'void there' shit then you can go live with your grandmother, I'm sick of you constantly bringing your so-called mother up, she's not coming back, deal with it.” After that he would swallow another sip of beer that slowly intoxicated his mind while I'd run up to my room and cry myself to sleep. Then it starts... The nightmares.

I guess you could say the tragic death of my mother triggered the nightmares, every night for 2 years I'd fall into this creepy, gloomy school, I hated every second of it. 8 hours of endlessly searching empty rooms, would often bring me nothing, then before I awake I'd trigger a trap that would kill me instantly, yet extremely painfully. Although it's usually impossible for beings to 'feel' in their dreams, I can. It's not something that you would take lightly either, every step I take in this school be it a small step, or a jump sends tiny shockwaves through my body, it's almost as if my senses have been multiplied. 

I rarely leave the school though, it has always ended badly when I have. I guess I could check the courtyard, most nights I'd often spend my eight hours watching a shadowy figure from inside the school, she'd be sitting on a tire hanging from a tree in the pouring rain. She never moves, never speaks and never looks up. The melancholic tune in my head carries on through the night as the tears keep rolling down my cheeks, I don't even attempt to brush them off with my sleeve anymore because they just keep streaming, throughout the night.

As I walk through these dark corridors, I would sometimes come across a “No-Go-Room”, these are rooms with giant red X's painted across the doors with blood, the liquid trials out of the room into a puddle before the door. I have investigated these rooms hundreds of times but have only seemed to trigger a trap within the room that ends me. I know what you're thinking! “If she hates the nightmares, then why not just trigger the trap and get it over with?” but... if I had to describe the pain of death, I'd say it's like shoving needles inside each of my toe nails and kicking the wall over and over again, although multiply that by 10. The No-Go-Rooms can sometimes be avoided if I quickly open the door and run away as fast as I can, but... There's only so much venturing I can exert throughout the night as if I walk or run for too long, my feet begin to get sore to the point walking becomes almost unbearable.

That's pretty much everything that happens in these nightmares, I've told you everything I've been able to learn in the past 2 years, I've been watching the shadowy figure in the courtyard as I told you this, looking at my phone that lives in my shirt pocket I see it's almost 6am. There's no use in my phone though, there's no signal and the battery lasts under an hour if I use it too much. There is one thing to look forward to though, I have my alarm set for 7am, enough time for me to get ready for school in the morning... “Just 1 more hour” I think to myself in my head, although it's hard to hear myself think with the melancholic tune playing over and over again. With this I decided that today, I'd confront the girl in the courtyard, my feet still feel fine and there's no No-Go-Rooms on this floor of the school.

The rain pounds my skin as I stand outside the entrance to the school, the courtyard stood directly in the middle of it with the school, built as a huge square. It was an old style school, it had a creepy look to it and I heard that it was once a small prison for mental patients, transformed into a 4 story school in the late 90's. The figure in the distance denies my presence as I slowly pace towards her, and due to my lack of footwear, the concrete floor only hastens the fatigue of my feet. The tune in my head becomes quite low volume when I'm outside, I don't dislike the tune in my head although, a happy song would really heighten the mood of the school I think. The girl on the swing doesn't look up as I near her though, she must be sitting just over 50 yards away from me at this moment and my heart begins to race, my eyes become slightly blurry as I move closer towards her... my arms are raised to my tear soaked face as I brush my eyes with the sweater sleeves to no avail, my eyesight quickly impairs as I'm less than 30 yards from the girl.

I pull out my phone although lose grasp of it, time goes by 5x slower as I can only watch it fall to the floor with a 'SMASH', the sound echoes through my head as I fall to my knees, the puddles that overlay the concrete floor waste no time soaking into the soft material of my tights as I grasp my ears with the oversized sweater sleeves, “Arrgh!”... it was the only sound I could make as everything went quiet. I panicked and glimpsed up at the tire, the girl... she was gone. My soaked body, my tired muscles found it vigorously hard to pick myself up. My eyesight was ever slowly fading as a bolt of lightning quickly crashed into a telephone wire directly above me. The water around me... the electricity that emanates from the lines, It was the perfect setting... for my death. My eyesight seemed to stay half impaired, I could make out shapes easily although everything became blurred, I couldn't hear anything as the line fall down. I raised my head to look up and again, slowed down as if this was the end, I saw the line drop down towards me and my senses only became more weary.

The wire hit me directly and my body jolted with electricity as I could do nothing to shake it off, my body was frozen as a sharp pain shot through my body complete with the rain that still pounded my defeated body, my heart felt as if it was ferally ripping itself out of my chest as my head felt like it was imploding from the inside.

 

'Beepbeep! Beepbeep!' I awoke to a wet mattress, my white camisole was soaked with sweat as the scent escaping the bottom half of my body was pretty self explanatory. “Okay.”. I quickly jumped into the shower, threw on a pair of white panties with a polar bear print on the back, most of my underwear seemed this way, I never liked the grown up undergarments that other girls wore, and since I didn't have much of a feminine chest I never had to worry about wearing bras. I then threw on the school uniform that pretty much consisted with the same assortment of attire as the uniform in my nightmares. I changed my wet sheets and fixed my hair, parting up the right side of my hair using a white ribbon, I had a huge collection of ribbons which I wore to match whatever shirt I'd be wearing that day. I then checked into the kitchen for breakfast, my father was always at work before this time so I never had to worry about awkward “Good Morning's” My friend would pick me up around 8am, then we'd walk to school together and since we were in the same class, we'd usually spend most of our school time with eachother too. Well, he's just my friend I wouldn't think of him in any other way. I barely finished my cereal before he knocked on my door.