Zyril- Just Another Nightmare

I Awaken...

A feeling of terror, darkness, cold, and fatigue drift over me. I do not want to deal with this anymore. I blink and look down at my clothes, a pink tank top and shorts. Blinking once more to adjust to my surroundings, my head faces left to the wood wall behind an old, purple desk. I then turn right, revealing to me yet another wooden wall, a gray door in the far corner of it. The bed creaks as I slide off of it, the true cold of the room now reaching my body and chilling it to the touch, even though the most amazing of ears wouldn't hear a single wind source. Approaching the door made me feel somewhat vulnerable, the feeling of the covers felt so safe, but now I'm in the open, if any monster were to jump at me, now would be a perfect time. As my hand grasps the ice cold metallic knob of the door, I find my spine experiencing a breeze colder than the room drift up it. I exhale unsteadily and my eyes widen, the stress, pressure, and fear causing me to sweat. I can't take it. I have to run. There's something here with me. The door bursts open as I turn the knob and push against it with all my weight, causing me to topple over into the hall, roughly having the strength for me to pull myself up once more. My breaths get faster each second. I make a break for it, but unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough. Amongst taking a left at the end of the hall, a man stood in the doorway off in the distance, staring back at me in the dim light. He had blood splattered all over him, his knife looked like it was just polished, he was the perfect murderer, here to take the life of I, Zyril Jones, a girl who just a minute ago only wanted to sleep. He takes his first step, and I shudder. I cannot run anywhere. This house is but a hallway and a small room, I have to endure this, even if I have to scream my way through it. But I already find myself doing so. The knife impaled my arm, then my chest, sending me curling on the ground in agony, my hyperventilation worsening. The man drives it into my side repetitively then turns me around, finally slitting my throat. I find myself no longer breathing, unable to move, unable to move from the final blow: a stab in the heart. I cannot scream. I cannot cry. I cannot move. I can only lay there weakly as the light darkens... And darkens... And darkens...
A feeling of terror, darkness, cold, and fatigue drift over me. I do not want to deal with this anymore.
For I know...
Each time I see the darkness rise...
I will awaken...
But it will always be...
Just another nightmare...