The Cabin

ONE~ Bad Dream

PRISON BREAK. PRISON BREAK. PRISON BREAK. I sprint up to my room to block out the throbbing noise. I tried to turn the T.V. off, but I couldn't seem to concentrate enough to bring my fingers up to any of the buttons.

It was Sunday June 5, and I have had a horrible day. Memories of school flow through my head before I can block them out. "Go get a life!" "Why don't you ever talk?" "Say something!" "I'm so disappointed in you Emily." The painful words smack my head until I think I'm going to throw up. I don't though, and I sit against the door breathing in and out softly, my eyes squeezed shut. I shakily lift my hand up to feel my head. "Yep, a terrible fever." I thought. I hear the T.V. being switched off, but the words keep ringing through my head. PRISON BREAK. PRISON BREAK. PRISON BREAK. After what seems to be about twenty minutes, I slowly get up and go downstairs for dinner. No one sits at the table, unless you count our disgusting dog, Ralph.

Ralph was a stray dog that I found many years ago in the alleyway around the block. I was walking home from school when I heard a deafening wailing coming from the alleyway. It was pitch black in there, so I kept walking. I have a huge fear of the dark, the deep, thick, empty, lonely shadow that is the dark. The wailing just increased, and as it did, it began to remind me of how I used to wail back when something I call "the incident" happened. I suddenly wanted nothing more than for the wailing to stop. So I ran the rest of the way home, my mind spinning. I grabbed my flashlight and ran back to the alleyway. I flipped the switch, jumped into the darkness, and there he was. Just sitting there howling like a moron. "Come here you wimp." I said. Then I scooped him up, took him home, and named him Ralph.

Anyways, Ralph sat on the table, looking like a big grey mop. I raid the fridge, but he refuses to acknowledge me. "Whatever you wimp, I couldn't care less." I say in retaliation. After having some left over potato salad, I head upstairs to go to bed. As I drift into sleep, I have the most horrifying dream.

I dream I'm back at school, going through the worst parts of that horrible day again. The school bell rings, and suddenly I'm walking down the hallway where I bump into Jessica, who screams, "Ugh! Go get a life!" Then I'm somehow teleported to lunch, where my best friend leaves me saying, "Why don't you ever talk? Just say something!" Then I'm in my favorite class, language arts class, where my teacher is the only perosn who respects me is. She hands back my essay with a big fat "F" saying, "I'm so disappointed in you Emily." Worst of all, I appear at the front of the prison where my uncle, Harold, is running towards me. All of my cousins disappeared because of him. And now he is coming for me.