A Day to Remember and Avenge

Chapter 1- Dreams

"Mom, Dad!", I tried screaming but no sound seemed to come out of my mouth due to how petrified I was. I felt nauseous and my blood went cold at the scene of gore I just witnessed. I was paralyzed and helpless to the overwhelming atmosphere of sinister darkness.

I woke up from that terrible nightmare in the middle of the night for the thousand time this month. There was a high pitched noise streaming through my ears when I sat up trembling. The dream seemed to get clearer after every night. This time it was as clear as day and it felt, both, physically and mentally real. "It was only a dream, you're okay" I kept telling myself but it didn't help my hyperventilating panic. My face was flushed and sweat collected on my forehead and hands. It wasn't until I turned the lights on, that I started to calm down and process what happened. The dream itself was terrifying, but you would've guessed that if it happens constantly I would get used to it.

That's not my case.

In the dream, my family was pleading for help right before they were killed and their bodies scattered in the upstairs hallway. The only sounds were coming from the outline of the glowing purple spray-painted rectangle on my mothers carpet she loved. Blood was everywhere staining the walls, carpet, and the painting my brother made for my moms birthday. All of their eyes shined black and I heard my poor sister Elaine cry out that the room was too dark right before she was brutally murdered. The entire hallway was actually overly lit when I exited my room and started sprinting down the stairs.

I felt like I would go insane if I were to continue sleeping (not that i would be able to anyways) so I did what any sane and logical person would do at this time of night... go on Netflix and watch whatever is on recommended. I've never willingly watched anything on Netflix because I was always dragged by my brother, so I guess today i'd be able to chose out of my own free will.

I came across a show called 'The Arrow'. Three episodes into it and I was already in love. I pause in between an episode since I was hungry, considering that I hadn't eaten dinner the day before. It was about 3:30AM when I sneaked down the old creaking stairs and went towards the kitchen, trying not to make a single sound when opening the pantry door and fridge. I turned on every light downstairs in my house due to the paranoia of being attacked by someone or something that's hidden in the shadows. After getting snacks, which consisted of a can of Dr.Pepper, a chocolate bar, a cup of coffee, and a packet of Oreos, I started heading back to my room when I sensed a bit of deja vu. I was a bit uneasy as I tip toed upstairs while constantly looking behind me for mental security that nothing was following me. As quiet as it is in the neighborhood, it shouldn't be this silent. Not even my fridge was making any weird noises and my sister is usually still up at around this time laughing on the phone.

I ignored the nostalgic feeling and went back to my room only to set my food down on the bed counter, lock my bedroom door, and just lay down and daydream.

A childish thought came to me as I wondered how it would be like to walk on ceiling and jump towards the floor. Its officially 4 in the morning now and here I am hanging half way off the bed whilst all my blood rushed to my head. I quickly climb back onto my bed due to the sudden paranoia of having something pulling me from under it and sending me into oblivion. After the continuous nightmares I've been having for a full month, it was nearly impossible to get any rest. I've been awake for almost 3 days straight with the holy power of caffeine, sugar, and half hour naps (which were attempts of sleeping).

I didn't have the courage to sleep through the nightmares but I'm willing to risk my health by intoxicate myself with sugar and increasing diabetes possibilities. How ironic?

After the course of eating everything I brought to my room, I was attacked with sudden drowsiness and became struck with regret when I became familiar with my surroundings and of what came next. The setting of the dream started off with me staring at my bedroom door anxiously as if there was some supernatural force behind it. The atmosphere felt appalling and the air went thick and it was as if I were breathing through a straw. I held my breath in as I became in denial of what was coming.

After remembering that, my field of vision started to blur as I took slow dreadful steps towards the door, pondering what I was about to see. It felt like hours as I walked towards the door and concentrated on my slow foot steps.

I latched onto the handle like my life depended on it.

I knew what was coming.

I wasn't prepared for any of this.

What am I going to do?

... It was the dream all over again

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Thats the end for chapter 1!

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-E.L.D Filaree