Dreaming Dead

Chapter 21

Grayish light crept through the half parted curtains on the window, illuminating the room dimly. A groan escaped my mouth, as my brain came into its senses, yet still, I didn't open my eyes. Every part of my body, even my hair, was hurting. It was like every muscle was stretched and flexed for too long -longer than the human body would ever allow- every bone broken and then mended as swiftly, and every drop of the blood consumed and then restored in a very distasteful manner.

My throat was dry and every time I swallowed, it hurt. Without opening my eyes, I lifted my arm up to ruffle my hair out of my face, when a sudden thought struck my mind.

My dream...

My eyes shot open and automatically my body jerked up, in a sitting position. The features of the room came into my focus as my eyes adjusted to the faintness of the room. The wall and the floor looked pale, as somebody has squashed all the color out of it. Otherwise, the room was covered into dark shadows.

A ragged breath escaped my mouth as I stared at the bare wall ahead of me. Guilty, fear, anger, sadness and every feeling grasped my heart, pulling it down giving me a sense of nuisance. Shock crept over me as I miserably thought: "Again?"

I almost didn't want to think anymore as I bent my head down in defeat, and put my head in my hands. Immediately as my hand touched my head, my fingers jerked back in pain as I cried out, "Ouch!"

Pain crawled through my head as my eyes went out of focus, and for a moment I thought that I would black out, but then I regained my consciousness. Gingerly, I touched my head again but this time, gently, my fingers pacing the skin to only find a bump.

"How?" My voice was hoarse and it sounded more like a growl.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked at the window beside me. Behind the thick curtains that threw dark shadows, the gray sky was visible. The window pane was glittered with droplets that looked like diminutive diamonds. Thick clouds took over the sky and below the houses looked drenched with water, rain water; it was raining.

It was raining.

I gasped as images flashed behind my eyes, like I was watching a movie on fast forward; images of my dream...

Dream or memories?

The rain, the cemetery, the grave, the tree, the figure, the girl, the chase, my fall... all of the visions presented across my eyes, except one.

The knife.

The picture burned in my mind like somebody had carved it there. This was the knife that almost killed me.

A shiver ran up my spine as the bitter truth came to me. This dream, it wasn't about my friends or anybody else. No, this time this dream was about me. I swallowed nervously. Now realizing that, I knew how it felt to know you are in danger. My parents were fussing over me because of this. Until this dream I never knew what real fear was, fear of being attacked... of being murdered.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I tried to calm myself down. This is just a dream, just a stupid nightmare.

But wasn't that what I said before? Weren't those the exact words I said earlier to calm myself down, and yet everything still become true?

Fear rose up inside me and I shuddered. No this dream isn't true, it isn't true. If it was, I would be dead, I wretchedly thought.

But the girl never stabbed me...

Robotically my hand moved towards my chest, as if ready to defend it from any certain blow. That was true, the girl never stabbed me. Despite my efforts of forgetting my dreams I still remembered that in both of my previous dreams, both Emma and Megan were stabbed. This made me want to puke but that was the harsh fact.

An idea occurred in my mind. There was one way to prove that if my dream was true. For a moment I hesitated, but there was no time to lose. If this dream really was true...

I yanked back the covers of my bed abrasively, so harshly that they fall down on the floor, just over my shoes. But that wasn't what I was worried about.

I looked at my ankle, and almost wished I hadn't. It was all red and swollen and even a small movement of it made me wince back in pain. I bit my lower lip in pain -as I tried to wriggle my toes- and something I couldn't put my finger on –nervousness?

This was the same ankle that I strained in my dream. The same one which I injured while I was running away from that girl; running for my life.

"Shit." I looked down at my foot again, just to make sure that it was really injured and to my disappointment, it was.

"Oh god, no no no no no no no no no no no no..." My voice trailed off as I put my head in my hands and rocked back and forth. Tears finally poured out as the realization of the situation hit me, and I sobbed in my bed.

Every nightmare repeated in my mind and I hated it. I hated it so much. How did that even happen? How can this be like this? I must be wrong... I have to be wrong. This was not how it was supposed to be.

But was anything ever?

The rain started pouring faster and made me look at the window again. The trees swayed back and forth, not gently but unsympathetically. The only sound was the rain.

This was the same weather in my dream, the same rain, and the same cruelty of the wind in my dream. I closed my eyes and breathed. I had stopped crying as I took in that there was nothing I could do now. It was how it was.

My dreams were true.

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DONE!

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