Rise Up

Chapter 4: Nightmare

Song: Highway to Hell by AC /DC

I let myself fall on the motel bed and pulled off my boots. My feet were sore from all the walking I did the last few days. I did catch some rides but they always dropped me off at the next town, so I decide to walk yesterday. I rubbed my forehead and took some painkillers for my head and sore ankles. I didn't have much stuff with me since everything was burned, luckily I ran into some shops and bought a backpack with a few clothes. I turned off the light hoping to get some sleep.

I found myself in the burning house, coughing from the smoke that filled my lungs. I looked at the body of my Uncle Wesley before he suddenly disappeared. "Uncle Wesley." I screamed but I heard nothing except for the flames that were licking at the house.
"You have to get out." The voice of Wesley says. I looked around but couldn't see a damn thing. "I won't leave without you." I scream back.
"I'm gone, you have to." I hear his voice say again.
"No."
"Angelics please for me go to your uncle Bobby."
"I can't live without you and Malcom."
"You have to, live your life for us." was the last thing I heard before I found myself outside the burning house. I looked around and saw my parents standing in front of me.
"You can come with us." My mom says offering me her hand.
"We can be a family again." My dad says putting an arm around my mother.
"Don't be afraid, just walk in the fire and we will forever be together." Malcom says suddenly behind me.
"Don't listen to them." Uncle Wesley says.
"Shut up brother." My mom hissed at him. They walked closer to me I could almost feel their touch and when my mother's hand reached mine I screamed.

I immediately shot up and saw I was in my motel room. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom where I looked at myself in the mirror before splashing some water in my face. It was all a dream. My head was pounding like it just got slammed against the wall. "it was all a dream." I say to myself while letting myself sit on the ground. "It was all a dream." That was not what actually happened last week. I saw the faces of the people I loved in front of me before I bursted out in tears.
"You can come with us" I hear my mother repeating over and over again in my head. Perhaps that is what I should do, join my family so I could not be able to feel the pain that their deaths cost me. I walked to my backpack and pulled the knife out. I looked at it.
"Come with us." I hear my mother say again.  I threw the knife back in my backpack. I would never kill myself and my mother would have never wanted me to go like that. I wiped away my tears, before gathering all my stuff. 

I looked once more at the mirror before I walked outside my room and made my way downstairs. When I reached the parking spots I saw a black Chevy 69 Impala standing there. I smirked to myself before I made my way over there and began breaking in the car. When I was finally able to get inside I started the car the old fashion way. I  heard the engine come to life. So I looked in the mirror of the car to see two man running outside the motel, probably the owners of the car. I smiled in the mirror before driving away continuing the journey to my uncle Bobby. I looked at the tapes and decide to play AC/DC Highway to Hell. "It is fitting isn't it" I say to myself before driving into the night.