Prison Diary

Welcome To The Dream

Month: June Day:20 Year: 2090

Time: 6:10.

Dear Prison Diary,

He was standing before me, his tall silhoutte looming over me like a dark shadow.

I couldn't see his face or any specific features. All I could see was a tall dark outline.

That was when he opened his eyes.

They were brown and dark but also empty and frozen. The way they stared down into mine as if reaching down into my very soul, sent cold shivers down my spine.

I began to back away, further and further away from him until my back finally hit the wall and I had no escape.

He trapped me close against the wall and without warning, without hesitation, grabbed my wrists and clapped cold and heavy handcuffs on them.

I woke up with a start, opening my eyes suddenly and gasping out in fear. I looked around. I was still in the cell. It was dark and cold but for some reason my body was drenched in sweat. I placed the back of my hand on my forehead and felt that it was damp.

My heart was beating hard inside my chest and I placed my hand over it, trying to calm it down. "It was just a dream.." I whispered out to myself and my voice was very breathy and nervous. I inhaled and exhaled, taking deep breaths. Why was this affecting me so much?

"Scary isn't it?" I heard a smooth voice echo throughout the room. It came from beside me. 'She's up already?' I asked myself in my mind. I slowly turned to the right and that's when I saw her. She was standing there, leaning against the wall and staring up at me with an interesting expression. I looked down at her and frowned.

"What?" I asked confused and frowned, wiping my face with my hands.

"Your dream." She answered and pushed off the wall and walked over to our bunk bed. She stepped onto the frame of her bed and was high enough to see me. She inched closer and laid her arms across my bed, resting her chin on her hands. I watched her for a moment and then looked away.

"What makes you think I had a dream?" I asked her softly, as I stared down at my sheey trying not to sound surprised but not coming out very convincing. She rolled her eyes and sighed, flicking my sheet with her finger.

"Well, the way you woke up was pretty...dramatic." She said to me and glanced at me giving me a hard look and then she looked back down at the sheet. "Also you were tossing and turning in your sleep again...this time alot more violently." She stated matter of factly. "I'd say that meant you had a dream and not a very good one." She ended with that and waited for me to respond. She was right and she knew she was right. She also knew that I knew that she was right. She knew me too well I guess.

"Alright then you caught me...I did have bad a dream...and it was very scary. So what?" I spoke softly feeling my voice quaver as I rubbed my hand up and down my arm.

"Lemme guess" She said and tapped her finger on her chin. "It was about your father." She guessed calmly and knowingly, and my head snapped her way staring at her with widened eyes.

"How'd you know that?" I asked her curiously, gripping the side of the bed as I turned to her. She stared at me for a while, looking me right in my eyes. Her gaze traveling through me like a snake and I could feel my heart beat a little faster. Then she looked away.

"Just a hunch." She answered me with a shrug and her black hair fell infront of her face. I watched her for a moment trying to guess what she was thinking but she interrupted.

"They only get worse you know." She said without a hint of emotion in her voice and picked at her nails. "A bad dream turns into a nightmare...and sooner or later...it becomes apart of you." Her eyes met mines again and held my gaze. "No escape...no way out...when you close your eyes your in prison...and when you open them you realize that your still there..." She whispered softly and I could feel myself being drawn in by her words like she was telling a story.