What She Wanted

Chapter 4- The Disorder

Picture above is of Kaya and Samuel!!

The room was black, and I went to get up and turn the light on. I couldn't move. I tried moving each arm and leg, but my body had been tied down harshly. The tape that was around my wrists, and ankles were beginning to hurt as I struggled and screamed for my dad to help me. Dad wasn't going to help me though, because my dad was far away in a whole other country.

I heard the door handle jingling, and I started to scream louder. The door handle stopped, and I let myself relax in hopes that the person had decided that my screaming was too much and they needed to leave so they didn't get caught. I was a loud screamer, and I knew that if anybody walked by my bedroom window, somebody would hear me and help me.

The door handle began to shake again, but this time after a few tries, it opened. The door opened and in came a dark figure. A dark figure who looked evil, and harmful. I started to scream louder in hopes that the person would just leave me alone. There had been one thing that I had learned watching Grey's Anatomy. April Kepner had said it, but I was having trouble remembering. She had done it during a shooting. She had said random things about her that would make the shooter even more not willing to shoot her. I wanted to do the same thing, but I couldn't open my mouth anymore. There were no sounds coming out of my mouth and I felt myself go weak as the guy just stood above me and started to reach out for me.

The man started shaking me. He was shaking me hard, and calling my name. I couldn't make out the words he was saying. I every once in a while got out a "wake", but that was it. He wanted me to do something, but I still couldn't make out his words. I didn't need to make them out for long though, because I had worked my brain to fix this situation.

Was it realistic for this to be happening? No.

Did it feel like it was happening? Yes.

Was it happening? No.

I woke up in a rush, and I had accidentally bumped heads with Landon who was just sitting on my bed waiting for me to wake up.

"Ugh. What are you doing?" I question, giving him a confused look.

"You were screaming. I tried waking you, but you wouldn't move. You would just lie there, and scream at the top of your lungs, so I decided to just sit here and make sure you didn't do something stupid," Landon chuckled.

"Wait... how did you get in here? My door was locked," I stated as a matter of fact.

Landon let out a nervous chuckle, and rubbed his hand over his hair nervously. "You were screaming. I didn't know if something was really wrong. I picked the lock. I'm really sorry, but I thought you were hurt or something. It won't ever happen again."

"Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal," I state.

"What you were screaming about anyway?" Landon asked.

"A nightmare. No big deal. I have them often, just ignore me when I have them. There's nothing you can do to stop me, once I'm already having the nightmare. I normally don't have them. I just have them when I don't take my medicine, and last night was one of those nights that I was so tired that I forgot," I state.

"Oh. Alright. Well, it's only six, and I have school in two hours. I'm going to go to sleep until about 7:30. I'll see you whenever," Landon calls, before leaving the room.