Restless

Fourth Dream

"How did I get here?" I thought to myself. My last memory before any of this happened was... at the park down town at night... I was just starting to walk home and, I saw a bright white light. Then I woke up on a wooden floor... my head pounding and girl giggling... telling me to wake up... what's going on here? How do I wake up? Who is this little girl? Someone... help...

As I floated in darkness, I felt something squeeze my hand. I looked at my hand. But there was nothing there. I felt something stroke my hair. I lifted my hand to my head and again, nothing there. "Wake up Jason..." all of a sudden, I felt like I got shot through a vortex. The darkness was filled with color. I couldn't shut my eyes. The force of the vortex kept my eyes wide open, Tears streaming off my face.

Then, I was home, standing in the corner of my room beside my bed. Everything looked to be normal. My desk beside my door. Book shelf beside my desk. Filled with novels and school books. I let out a sigh of relief. I finally woke up! I checked my phone but it was dead. "Of course." I hooked up my phone to the charger and it vibrated. I was about to sit down on my bed and wait for my phone to charge but, I started towards the door. I didn't have any control over myself. Like something other worldly was controlling me. I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. The only thing I had control of was my eyes. I grew near to the door. I stopped at the door and stared at it. I raised my hand to the nob and twisted it...

I opened the it, expecting to see the family painting on the wall. And to my delight. It was there. I smiled at it, looking at my beautiful family... my mom, dad, siblings. But the paint started to slide off the canvass. To my horror, after the paint had slid off, the faceless girl took over the painting. I gasped and took a step back into my room. But the door slammed shut, pushing me to the ground in the hallway. I quickly got up and looked around the hall. To the left, my siblings bedrooms. To the right, the stairs. I looked back at the girl on the painting. Her forced smile shot chills down my spine. I inched closer to the picture. Inspecting it. "YOU NEED TO WAKE UP!!" The painting came life and the girl began crawling out of the canvass, her nails scratched my cheek and drew blood. I screamed and fell back. I hit the wall hard, denting it. The girl crawled over me like an animal. "Won't you help me?" Her voice echoes. "I need to get my ball!" At those words, I stared falling through the ground again. "NO!" The girl cried out like a banshee. She grabbed onto my leg with her smooth, white hands. Her nails on the other hand, were sharper than a katana. Her nails tore skin and fresh off my leg. My free foot managed to kick her off of me. She let out a cry and released my leg. And I began to fall back into blackness...

I could see my house. My mother sobbing in the kitchen against my fathers shoulder. My siblings eyes downcast. I tried calling out to them but no sound escaped my lips. What's happening to me? How do I wake up?