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Screaming, I shot up in the bed. Drenched in sweat and panting heavily I struggled to free myself from the sheets. Once free of the damp confinements, I swiftly placed my feet on the floor and stood up.
Even though I'd had this same dream for the past year, it never ceased to get the same reaction. Except when the dream first started my dad would burst in wielding a wooden base ball bat poised to swing with my mom close behind him.
I know that I shouldn't keep reacting this way, but I can't help it. It's practically a routine for me now. Got to bed, wake up screaming (and some times thrashing about) jump out of bed and stay up for the rest of the night. It's been like that ever since the nightmares first started.
But the nightmare was actually more of a memory, than a dream. Except instead of being me and having the things actually happen to me, I'm witnessing it taking place.
I see me locked in a cage that's barely big enough. My back was crooked and hunched. I was coated in blood, my body marred with cuts and bruises from the vicious beatings I had endured. My black hair was tangled and oily, from lack of washing, with blood, dirt, and feces matted in it. I was sitting in the fetal position, trembling in anticipation of the beatings yet to come. The tattered remains of my clothes were barely------
I shook my head trying to rid myself of the gruesome and grotesque images. There's no point in reliving it twice in one night.
Once my breathing finally calmed down, I glanced at the alarm clock sitting on top of my white nightstand and groaned. It's only 4:30.
Knowing that I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep I maneuvered my way through the boxes that were spontaneously scattered across my floor, to the two doors on the other side of the room. Scratching the back of my head I tried to remember which door was my closet and which door was my bathroom. With a shrug I decided to just guess and opened the door on the left. I was happy to see the faint outlines of my bathroom.
I groped the wall to my left for the light switch and once my fingers found the familiar shape I flicked them on. I squinted, trying to get my eyes used to the brightness.
The walls were a deep ocean blue with white trimming. To the left of the door was the sink. The counter top surrounding the sink was a white marble and the cabinet under the sink was the same color as the wall with sterling silver knobs, much like the sink faucet. Above the sink was a mirror that had silver swirly designs along the edges that were shaped like a stretched S, with a small delicate looking rose in the center of it.
To the left of the cabinet was the toilet, which was all white. Above it was a silver towel rack with two big, white fluffy towels hanging on it. The towels had the same swirly design as the mirror, at the bottom.
Across the room and in the right corner was a walk in shower. It had all glass paneling. The glass had an odd bubbling design on it that made it to where you couldn't see into the shower. (Which I was grateful for)
I walked over to the toilet and sat down on it, so that I could take my shoes off. After doing so, I stoop up and stripped the rest of my clothes off and entered the shower. I turned the water up really hot, trying to burn myself alive. Standing there, I let the water pound into my back and relax my tense muscles.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and stopped in front of the mirror. It was fogged up with condensation so I reached out and wiped it off, then stood there looking at the girl who was looking back at me.
She had wet, pitch black hair that went to her mid back, which was already curling at the ends. Even though she had never plucked them a day in her life, her eyebrows were thin and had that gentle arch. A nose that was small and button like, was placed delicately in the center of her face. Her eyes, looking haunted and guarded, were a light turquoise color, with a darker ocean blue rimming them. Her full, pink lips were pulled down into a frown, and you could tell that was the expression she usually wore.
I dropped the towel to get a better look. She had body that was lean and tall. With one glance you could tell that Mother Nature had been in a generous mood when gifting her. She had pale skin, but not the creamy pale like most people have, her skin was a pasty white color, which she assumed was from lack of sleep.
Once I started to get a look at the angry, red scars along the tops of my shoulders I quickly picked my towel back up and went to put my clothes on.
