Dark Matters

Chapter 2

I woke up at dawn, hearing the beautiful sounds of nature. I snuck out of the room, trying my hardest to not disturb Tristan. I walked out onto the balcony. Fog spread over the icey cold fields. The first rays of sunlight appeared over the frozen lake. Light reflected over the fields, and up onto the mountain side.

I peered out to the lake, when i saw a black figure. It began getting closer, the closer it came the figure turned out to be a young child. I blinked hard, but as soon as my eyes began opening, the child was gone..

I stepped closer, and rubbed my eyes. I thought i was just seeing shadows. I was tired, and hadn't had much sleep. I felt an icey cold breath on my neck. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I opened my eyes wide, and turned around. The child was standing there. Eyes lined up with mine. Blood was dripping done its face, down its body and onto the cold ground..

The child leaped onto me, with its hands around my neck. I shut my eyes as I fell backwards, collapsing onto the wet metal railing. I opened my eyes, and the child had vanished. I stumbled back inside, where Tristan had placed himself in front of the television. He looked really concerned, and had a worried expression on his face. He turned his head and face me. He switched off the television and smiled at me.

"morning"

he said sweetly

"morning, is everything alright?"

i asked. His face turned blank for a split second. His smile dropped to a straight line

"Are you okay? Last night was pretty scary. Whats with all these dreams?"

his voice had changed from sweet to sour. I knew he had purposely changed the subject, but after this morning, I wasn't willing to fight.

"last night, wasn't a dream. I could feel it. I could hear it. I could smell it. Last night my bed started shaking. It flew into the air. I felt a cold hand on my leg.  i could feel a frost breath on my neck. I felt claws sink into my skin."

I pulled the leg of my jeans up, to show Tristan what had happen. I was afraid to see what was there. And if it was just a dream. I pulled my jeans leg up a little more. There just below my knee was five long marks. At the top of each one of them was a deep wound. Blood had run down my leg. It turned to dried up marks.

I look at Tristan, who has his hands over his mouth. He looked puzzled.

"docters say some people, do self harm when they are sleeping, and 70% don't realise what they have done"

At this point, I was pissed off. 1 because he was keeping secrets from me. and 2, he didn't believe me. "ugh, whatever"

I stormed off, and slammed the door behind me. No one understood what was happening. I just wish, someone knew, they saw, they believed...