Broken Nightmares

Broken Nightmares Part 12

It became considerably hard to breathe when I felt my consciousness deserting me, my eyelids became heavy as the splinting pain shattered throughout my skull. The dog-legged space around me faded to black whilst I remained conscious, my body rested on the cold floor in a pool of its own residue whilst a sharp pain also echoed throughout my belly – I groped my lower stomach to pull up my sweater – noticing a strange dagger lodged into my gut, with the liquid seeping out and staining my shirt. My sweater was intact so I assumed that I've somehow tucked the blade inside my skirt before the incident. The corner of my eye noticed a girl on the right of my body, she looked just like me, much thinner although several years younger – her white hair had overgrown and hid her eyes from me while bandages covered her private parts. She sat in a squatting position with her head popping out between her legs, before she softly poked my corpse. “Hey. Hey.”, I couldn't do much though, my body felt weak and drained of energy. “Time to get up, Shanna.”, “Who's Shanna?” I thought to myself, “Rayne no know Shanna” is all I could muster, due to the years I spent alone my English had slowly degraded, although spending the past few days with Jack has helped me regain a lot of it. The girl poked my body again before a small giggle escaped her mouth “You're Shanna.”, “Rayne.. is Rayne...” this argument then continued until she gave in and accepted my new name.

“Where's... I...?” I asked, “You were murdered, or atleast you would have been – be you able to die.” Said the girl, I'll call her Shanna for now. Shanna pulled up her frail body to stand, towering above my body even with her small stature. “It was your so-called friend. She attacked you.”, I couldn't believe it, I don't remember much since I arrived back in this place. “Who... attacked Rayne? Friends?”, “They're not your friends, they hate you.” my heart shattered into a million pieces, or at least it would have, if that was possible. “But... But they friends of Rayne”. I managed to sit up on the blackened surface – my hands became soaked in a dark liquid that encased the floor beneath me, it was almost as if I was inside a non-existent space. Shanna squatted again, this time much closer to me “You barely know them! They're just a group of nobodies who picked you up just so that they could do away with you in here.”, I panicked... I don't want to die in this place, I want to see the world – I want to make friends. But, I don't need friends who fake their relationship with me. “What should Rayne do?”, “The only way you can get out of here, is if you kill each and every one of them.”.

The blank space that surrounded my being had now slowly extinguished as I was brought back to a dog-legged staircase, a red liquid soaked my clothing and hair, turning my hair a reddish colour whilst still white in most unaffected areas. I pulled my body to sit up as the agonizing pains still pounded throughout my brain, I seemed to of cracked my head open as I assuringly fell down the top section of the staircase – it didn't seem too serious though, I could still think straight.

“They're most likely on the 1st floor.” Shanna appeared next to me in an ethereal state whilst I carefully made my way down the broken staircase, occasionally I'd come across a missing step or a step would give way plummeting down to the level below. Still, I arrived on the 1st floor, I began wavering down the dark corridors in search for the others. My soaked hands felt sticky as I noticed the dagger still in my hands, it was dampened with my bodily fluids and looked quite dangerous to use as a weapon – I decided if I needed to, I'd use this.

“chhhng chng” A collection of sounds in the distant corridors buzzed through my weary ears as I passed through the hallways, “That's the guardian. Hehe.” Shanna seemed comfortable, although... I guess that she is just a figment of my imagination, she looks real enough now that her body has fully formed causing me to see no other than a small girl. “Guardian?” I asked, Shanna kept walking by my side and managed to keep up – before I saw a girl sat against the grey wall in a fetal position to my left. She had blonde hair and seemed to be crying softly into her knees while we passed. The tights that hugged my legs and feet were still slightly wet from the puddle on the staircase, creating a little bare foot sound with every small step that I took across the solid flooring.