I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you (One Direction)

Chapter 40: Nightmare

PLAY PRIMAVERA BY EINAUDI FOR THIS SCENE AND WHEN IT FINISHES, REPLAY! LOOK ON THE SIDE!

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I woke up in my old home in Swansea, in my warm, comfy bed. My carpet was a deep pink, my walls cream with photos of my father, my mother and I hugging or laughing. The bedroom was quite large, enough to fit a desk, 3 sets of draws, a wardrope, a king sized bed, a bookcase and still have enough room to move around. A basket full of my old teddy bears were sitting next to two hampster cages; Lucifer and Thor, they were called.

I looked next to my side to a young girl, around the age of 3 or 4, waking up, stretching and rubbing her eyes, yet she didn't seem to see nor hear me. She had long brown hair which reached the top of her legs, and big hazel eyes with green specks. She was beautiful. She was wearing a small 'Beatles' shirt and long pj trousers which dragged on the floor when she walked. She lazily got out of bed and walked outside of the room; myself doing the same. I followed her as she walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing next to her and taking each step one at a time. As we got further and further down the stairs, a crescendo of music filled our ears; Primavera by Einaudi on the piano. The sound was beautiful and I saw the young girl's smile getting wider and wider as we reached the end of the stairs, which so happened to be the build up of the song. She stepped off the last step and reached for the door's handle in front of us. Turning around, I saw that the stairs we walked down were gone, all there was was darkness, apart from the light that was shining its way through the nooks and crannies of the pearl door. The beautiful music reached its climax as the mysterious girl opened the door.

And then there was silence.

The young girl looked at me with emotionless eyes, her smile no longer lingering on her face. She stepped back, inviting me into the room and waited for me to go. Looking at her once more, I slowly walked into the room, which was only shown as a blinding light.

The music started up again and the door behind me shut; The girl didn't follow me into the room.

The bright light died down and I was able to see again. As it dimed down, I began to see that I was in a room with wooden floors and fancy carpets. The walls were smooth and flawless, as were the pieces of furniture inside them. I looked over to the corner of my room and saw a piano with three sillhouettes before it. They seemed to be three blurrs, but I could clearly see that one of the three was a lady with long black hair and she was standing up, her hands on the man in front of her's shoulders. There was also a young girl on the man's lap with long brown hair, like the previous child, but longer. The man had his arms wrapped around her and was playing the magnificent tune on the piano gracefully. As the piece was being played, the blurs of the feminine silhouettes die down, until I was finally able to see them properly. The lady, I assumed, was the mother and looked a lot like her daughter, yet her eyes were brown, not hazel and green. The young girl looked almost exactly like the girl who led me here, but older, about 6. I focused my eyes on the man though as he was still a blur, still unseen. Why? Why didn't he want me to see him?

The man continued to play, his fingers running up and down the piano beautifully, but as the song built up to the bridge again, the walls around the family and I began to crumble. The flawless furniture and chromatic curtains broke and turned to dust until the room became another white light. Lastly, the family decayed as well, their happy and bright faces turning into ash, yet the piano continued to play.

The 4 year old child from the bedroom earlier appeared again, as did another door which so happened to appear where the family were. She held out her hand and looked at me with another monotonous look, and I took it. We turned our heads towards the door and began to walk slowly. When we got to the door, we stopped and she used her small fist to open the door.