Lucas dream catching

Luka's Dream catching

I'm laying here on the hard bed looking almost lifelessly. I'm looking up at the rigid roof thinking on what Ive dealt with all day. Growing tired of all the drama in my life day in and day out. Second by second ideas and thoughts emerge my mind. I thought I could do much but ended up doing so little.

I sway my legs across the bed and droop them lazily over the side. I stand up and then start walking towards my old door. I step and feel the old dry wood underneath my feet. As I make way towards the door I peer over at the picture frame of my parents.

I start crying and start remembering them. Tears flooding my face, the moist tears drip off my face. Then I grasp the frame In front of me and pull it towards my body.

The cool frame pressing on my warm body. I hug it as if the frame where my parents. Minuets later I start cooling down and relax. I put the frame back on the dresser and continue walking. I wobble to the old door and continue and , As the door opens I smell an aroma of musk , tobacco , and rotted eggs. I step and hear a creak with every step. I make my way about half way down and hear a noise that's Getting louder by second.

Then out of nowhere my cat scrambles up the stairs. It scares the daylights out of me, and I continue. I miss a step and stumble down the last 3 steps. I hit my head on the railing. My head starts to ache and I continue. I walk in to my kitchen and smell biscuits and blueberries.

I grab my food and notice the time. It's 5:50 I grab my bag and sprint out of the door. I can't be late again or I will be in detention for the third time this week. I sprint to the bus and leap on.

I make my way to my seat and sit down on to the leather seats. The seats feel rough on my skin. I look up over the grey seat at the wrinkled bus driver and make sure she isn't looking. I open up my granola bar and start to eat. I calm down before anyone gets onto the bus with me.

About 30 Minutes pass and the girl named Rose, the girl I like gets on. As the bus starts riding to our school a light snow starts to fall. We get to the school and the snow starts falling at a faster rate. We stroll in the school, and I go to one of the wooden doors down the corridor.

I grasp the old wiggly knob and turn it with a loud screech. I walk in and take my seat. Class starts and I peer out the window. The falling Snow reminding me of Rose.

Her beautiful dress as white as the snow, Her beautiful eyes and more. I look back and see the teacher is glaring right at me. Staring at me with her dark brown eyes, looking like a endless tunnel. As if I read her mind she lips the words dunce.

Soon after She tells me to sit in the dunce seat for the rest of class. I sit alone in the dark moldy corner until class ends. I start walking to my next class. On the announcements I hear them say, everyone is to go home at once. I find Rose and I walk her home.

We are walking down the shopping districts narrow path. When she starts to leave I glance once more at her beautiful face and walk home.

On the way home I see a man with a bag perched across his back,near the bakery. The bag slightly ripped with black fuzz and rips all over it. He continues walking and looks at me for a brief second and continues to walk.

I walk home on the narrow road, in the shopping district passing stores and see a cat, with many people. Men and women walking with their young, trying to survive another day, all with pale faces. I turn back and follow the cat harmlessly and then scramble to catch up with it.

Rushing by people to catch the cat. Just then The cat jumps into a old small house. I slow down at a door and open it with caution as it opens I hear a cringe. The dirty windows in the house make it look melancholy, and horrific. I continue after the cat. I see the cat trailing up the stairs. I creep over to the stairs after the cat and smell musk and tobacco, as if I were home.

I look to my side and see a woman with a knife In her hand. Blood drips from her slit throat, In the room beside her a man hung himself still swaying. I continue following the cat.

I go up the stairs and see a boy dead with blood spraying from his eyes, hanging like the man in the room from before. I study his body, he looks like someone I've seen before. I walk up to the dead boy mangled like some crumpled paper.

I look at his face and then I see a mirror. He and I look exactly the same. His room looks like mine. Every body feature the same from head to his toes. His house looks exactly like mine. Trying to think of what I just Laid my eyes on. I stumble closer and closer to the body of the boy.

His eyes spread open and he is glaring right at me. I stand in horror as his undead body reaches for me. I look back at his body as I back away his body now unmoving. That exact moment I named this place ' The Slaughter House'.

I goto the stairs and rush out of the house. As I run the floor beneath me breaks and I fall into a cave spiked walls creating my new environment as I fall to my death.

I open my eyes screaming dripping in sweat. Not sure wether this is reality or another horrid dream . I look around and see everything is fine and I'm not dreaming.

Staring at my fingers for minuets on end, trying to comprehend what happened. I wait about half an hour and then slowly fall back to reality. I get out of bed and see the time is 12:07 A.m. I see a note on my desk that says

" You passed out so I brought you home."

I then go back to sleep hoping the dream won't happen again.