I'm sitting on a cloud. The thick mist tickles my nose as I stand up. Looking around I see nothing but a puffy white cloud. All of a sudden there is a massive wind storm. My hair and white dress waves violently in the wind. A huge gray cloud starts appearing into the thin air above me. Lighting strikes right but my feet.
I turn around and start running as fast as I can. The cloud chases after me as I run. I see that the cloud is thinning out and I panic.
"Help me! Someone! Please!" I yell at the top of my lungs. The cloud that I'm standing on begins to drift apart. I see on that is only a few feet away from where I am. I start to run faster hearing my feet echo as they hit the cloud.
"You can do this......Jump!" I jump off of the first cloud and onto the next cloud. As I count my steps to calm down. I jump onto the next little cloud but I miss. I begin free falling. An ear curling scream leaves my mouth as I fall closer and closer to earth.
"Look at me.." a quite voice calls to me coming from my left. I look over and see a middle-aged man in a white robe with piercing blue eyes. As I stare at him I stop free falling. Frozen in the sky. The man pulls me closer to him and holds me close to him. "I'm going to save you.... I promise, M-"
Then I wake up. Covered in a thin sheet of sweat. I sit up on my bed and fell about 10 nails dig into my bruised skin. I bit my lip and I slowly stand up, pulling out the nails from my backside. As I pull out the first nail I bit my trembling lip. Blood starts flowing out as I pull out the second nail and grab the rest and yank them out knowing that if I don't get them out it will get infected.
I start thinking back to my dream. When I was a little girl, mom and I would sit by the fireplace and talk about the dreams that we had the night before. She would always explain what my dreams meant. I got to a point where I could understand them, but this dream.... was confusing to me. I don't understand it. What did the cloud mean? What about the man? Is someone really coming for me? Or is my mind just playing games with me?
I'm so lost in this dream. What does it mean? And what did that guy say? That he is going to save me? When? And I think that he said something else. But what was it?
I start trying to find out what else he might have said but I can't remember it. I start thinking about my name. I can't even remember my name ever being said. Do I even have a name? Or did I forget it? There is a small knock on the door and Mother walks in.
" Hello dearies," Mother says in a cold voice. Walking to me. I push myself against the wall and I bit my trembling lip as hard as I can without screaming. I shake my head no. telling her not to come any closer. Today is bath day. The worst day someone could ever think about. After bath day, my whole body is numb and the room spins making me sick to my stomach.
Mother grips my hair pulling some of it out as she makes me stand up. She walks my nude body into the shower room. Now this isn't your normal bathroom. Well unless your bathroom have human heads that are dripping with blood and you clean yourself with blood, ammonia, drain cleaners, bleach, and antifreeze . But if are do have to shower like me, then you understand what I have to go through, and how much pain I'm introduced to.
She covers me in water and blood making sure that I'm covered in it. The mother then walks into the other room and she comes back wearing the hazmat suit. The Man walks in with buckets full of ammonia. The buckets have a lid over the top. Mother walks over to the wall to her right and grabs two gas masks and hands one to the Man. They both put their gas masks on and Mother opens the first bucket. Within minutes, the room is filled with the smell of the ammonia.
Mother begins to wash my bruised body. She starts off by washing my chest and my stomach. The ammonia makes me cough like mad men and makes my chest feel like it's tightening up. My breathing begins to shorten. Mother smiles and she starts washing my face. She brings the washcloth near my eyes and I go temporarily blind. This part scares me the most. Because I can tell what they are going to do to me next. Sometimes they like to make me wait for more chemicals to burn my skin.
I hear a knock on the door and then. Nothing.
