The Chance

Wondering Whispers

I couldn't sleep that night.

Not me or my nightmares, and there was so many of them, each as restless as the last. Each as terrifying as the last.

I lost count of the amount of times I thought I was going to sleep only to have some fresh horror creep its way through my defences. I tossed and turned, struggling to the keep the nightmares inside. His face was being constantly thrown into my mind; hair even wilder than usual, eyes red and bloodshot and the teeth...oh the teeth were so so sharp and they were dripping...dripping.

I woke with a start, sitting up so sharply I managed to bang my head painfully on the bed's wooden backboard.

"Ow" I muttered, rubbing the back of my head carefully, leaving my hair even more of a haystack than it was already.

I got out of bed and reached for my slippers.  I pull them on and then tiptoe out my bedroom door and close it softly behind me. I walk downstairs slowly and carefully, avoiding the creaky step and any other obstacles I found on the way there. I got myself a cup of milk and then sneaked back to bed.

I sat there, in bed, with the glass of milk in my hand trying to think of anything but what my mind wanted to think about. Instead of sitting there arguing with myself I decided to distract myself and reached for my sketchpad. I started to draw; some eyes, a nose, glasses...no wait glasses? I glanced at my drawing, sighed, screwed it up and flung it in the corner with the other drawings of him. Whenever I tried to draw I ended up with a drawing of him, it was always the same. Always the same.

A small cry of frustration escaped my throat as I threw the covers off me. They landed on the floor in a rejected heap. I stormed over to my desk and put the glass down then strode back over to my bed, determined to get some sleep this time.  As I went past the window I glanced at it. A figure was walking out of a building; he was running after a car, his big, probably fake, hair bouncing in the wind...

My vision blurred and I stumbled, clutching my head which was suddenly throbbing with not pain really but a sort of dull ache I couldn't get rid off. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in my bedroom anymore, I was in a limo outside Dancworks. The limo was driving away while the driver said something in the background as I looked out the window. I saw that figure again...the one I saw before, running outside. The one I was so sure I imagined. I knew there was something about that figure, just as we turned the corner I saw his face.

I came back to reality hard and fast. I fell to the ground, my knees banging against the carpeted floor. I sat there breathing heavily for a few minutes before hurriedly grabbing my sketchpad and the pencil that lay beside it. I let it draw, this time not stopping when I started to see glasses and an Afro emerging. I kept on drawing, fast and faster until I could make out a door, and then a building and then a small sign reading 'Dancworks'. Outside was Perri in mid-stride wearing a terrified look of disbelief on his face.

"Oh no" I whispered. I clutched the sketchbook to my chest and started sobbing.

A/N

Hey! I've put a little picture of me above, sorry I can't show you more but I don't really want to be recognised :/ Do you think I look like Chelsea? 😏😂
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