Thursday morning came quickly and I began to regret it. Carla sat next to me at the back of the bus. Miranda scowled at me the whole way there. "So Martz, what are you going to buy from the gift shop?" I shrugged and muttered under my breath, "I don't think I'll make it that far." Carla and Miranda gave me a confused look. Miranda looked at Carla and spun her finger around her ear. I was embarresed and hurt, "Oh grow up Miranda!" I yelled at her. She stuck her tongue out at me. She really needed to grow up. The bus pulled up outside the Tower of Hell. My heart jumped, and I began to feel ill. It was even more daunting as before. The tower loomed above me and I swear I saw a tortured face looking at me from one of the windows. I shook my head. I was imagining things, I was making my fear up. I sucked up my breathe and walked through the gates. That's when my troubles began.
The lobby looked fairly normal, it had a front desk and a door to the gift shop like every other tourist attraction. But something about it gave me a lump in my throat and chills down my spine. Carla urged me on, rolling her eyes when I braced myself to walk forward, "Honestly, Martz it's just a dream." Miranda and her giggled about my childish ways. If they had the same dreams as me, they'd be shivering heaps in the corner. I smirked, other people's pain eased my own.
We were led through dark halways, isolated towers and old cellars. Every room made the chills worse, made the lump harder. We went higher and higher and tears played at the tips of my eyes. My fear was winning a battle I wasn't ready to fight. I shouldn't be here. I should be at home, school anywhere but here! We were aprouching the Tower of Hell and now I was hearing spine-chilling sounds. I heard leather boots scrape against the floors. My ears stung, my eyes were dropping tears. All of a sudden a guy with a black mask came strolling towards me. I screamed. All of my classmates laughed at me. I had screamed at the janitor. My cheecks blew up in flames, I was blushing. My teachers rolled their eyes and we climbed higher asnd higher. My eyesight was tinted red. I heard scraping metal. The room was just infront of me.
It was exactly how it was in my dream. The red became worse, I could onyl see red. I heard the scraping metal, the shuffling of leather. I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground, got up and kneeled. I screamed as I held my hands over my ears. The room became spinning. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was there. Oh god no. I heard the shuffling of leather. I looked at my hands, they were dirty and pale. My arms were like twigs. My hair fell over my face. It was dirty and greasy. I was in my dream. I started to sob. I looked at the metal gates, he was there. The axe, oh god the axe. It was bigger in real life. He opened the door, I recognized the screech. I was about to die. He strolled in, getting taller and taller. I became cornered. I howled with fear, I was acually going to die. The blade swang out of sight, then it came rushing towards me. I screamed. Then, everything went black. I was sure I was dead.
"Martha! Martha! Can you hear me? MARTHA!" Mrs O'Donnel called my name. I weakly opened my eyes. She was blurry, her big nose dominating her face. I saw other faces looking over her. I recognized Carla, who looked really worried. I raised my hand, wanting to make sure I was alive. My hands were small, my nails were clean. These were definatly my hands. It took time and effort to sit up. My head throbbed. I moved my hand and placed it behind my head. I took it back when I felt something warm and gooey. My hand was covered in blood. I was shocked. Two men in white came rushing in, carrying a stretcher. I was lifted on to it. I was carried down endless flights of stairs. All I could see was grey, with occasional blurs of colour. Finally I was out of there. I was free from my fears. I closed my eyes, the sirens started to grow quieter. I fell asleep in peace.
