Trapped

Chapter 1

Mackenzie's POV

I woke up in a cold sweat. My alarm clock was beeping loudly in my ear. I hit it until it was quiet. Light blinded my eyes. My breathing was shallow . I had that dream again! That was the third time this week. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming, so I took in my surroundings. I looked to my left and saw my wooden desk cluttered with papers for homework. My strawberry shortcake desk chair that I've had since I was six, neatly tucked into my desk. My dresser which was about a foot away with my clothes sticking out of the drawers. My mom hated that so much. To my right was my white stone bookshelf, that my dad got for me for my tenth birthday, just so I could read great literature. (Ya right)! It's crammed with my favorite books. Mostly comic books, which just agitated him. Next to that was my red velvet bean bag with a small indention from when I was last there. And in front of me was a huge pink circular rug that spread from one side of my room to the other. I knew I was in my room in Beverly Hills. My parents crashed through the door in panic.

"Are you okay? We heard you screaming", they say.

I slowed down my breathing and reply with,

"I'm fine".

As if I was gonna tell them that I was having nightmares. They would totally send me to therapy, because god forbid I would be any different than anyone. My parents would only throw money at the problem. Like that would help me or anything, not that they care.