The Hidden Soul Language (Discontinued)

Chapter 2: Normal is over

17 years old

I shot up from my sleep and sat there, breathing hard and cold sweat covered me. Again.

Bad dream again, Haely, I thought to myself.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand which was now blaring 5:30am in green digits. With that I let out a relieved sigh and dropped my head back into my pillow to try and get some sleep again. Sadly, my mind replayed the nightmare again.

*THE NIGHTMARE*

I was in some never-ending dark space with no walls to contain me. Strips of paper then started raining over me with words written on it. Weird thing was that each paper voiced out what it was written and the noise actually echoed all around me. The voice spoken was all that I've heard from bullies before and what I read in the documents past 5 years ago.

"Adopted freak!"

"I can't remember who your father was."

"Pity you were aborted."

"I couldn't handle you."

"You disgust me!"

"I was doing great in collage but then you came."

"The abortion idea is mine."

All the voices kept chanting together the same things repeatedly with other stuff written on the paper. The room just suddenly felt too heavy for sound (or voices for this case) to be contained. As for me, I was paralyzed, head to toe, including my voice, but I could see and hear.

Then, a spotlight shone onto what looked like a sleeping woman lying on the floor with her hair covering her face. She was frosty white from head to toe which was weird and gave you the creeps. My body then had a mind of its own, walking towards the body which looked dead to me. 5 inches away from her and still no response from her to surprise me. Yet.

Slowly, I crouched down beside her and reached out my hand to move her hair away from her face. Still no response. Her eyes were tightly shut and her lips were sealed in a thin line. My heart was pounding harder and louder as my breathing became shakier than before, but it wasn't due to my usual panic attacks.

I reached my hand out again, but this time, I'm not sure why, I touched her face. It felt cold against my fingers but too cold for my liking. A part of me actually hoped that that was my birth mother, but I rather not go with that idea since I don't recognize her at all.

Unfortunately, I think I allowed my hand to linger on her face a bit too long because what happened next really caught me by surprise.

That woman's hand grabbed my wrist roughly and had a metal grip on it.

Her eyes shot opened. It was blood red in color.

I didn't know what to do next but whatever I planned to do was too late. She lunged at me. She straddled at my waist as I struggle against her, trying to push her off me. She wouldn't budged. Instead, she started to claw me, including throwing punches and slapping.

I was paralyzed to do anything to call for help, let alone protect myself. Even if i did, it wasn't working and help didn't come. She then started shrieking and shouting in a multiple-voiced monster and it hurt my eardrums.

The only thing I caught her repeating was: "GET HER OUT OF ME! I DON'T NEED HER!"

*END OF NIGHTMARE*