Sweet Dreams

Chapter 1:

            I woke up hearing the sound of pitter, patter rain against my roof. Groggily, I got out of bed with the pain of a hangover from last night’s party.  Another night, another party, I was mentally exhausted from the same routine all the time. Why did I always do this? Was it the alcohol? Or maybe, it was just the thrill of the moment. Whatever it was, it didn’t help what I was suffering from. Schizophrenia. The word brought shivers down my spine. The dictionaries definition of it was: a severe mental disorder characterized by some, but not necessarily all, of the following features: emotional blunting, intellectual deterioration, social isolation, disorganized speech and behavior, delusions, and hallucinations. But to me, it just meant hell.

            Walking towards the mirror I looked in pure disgust. My dark,  chestnut hair that was supposedly curled to perfection the night before, was now in a whirl of a mess, the bright red lipstick I had worn, was smeared so bad it might as well had been a tattoo, as for my mascara and eyeliner that surrounded my pale, gray, eyes had looked as if I cried for a million broken hearts and drowned myself with the tears. I felt sorry for the person that took me home last night.  I looked a bit closer into the mirror. I saw a dark shadowed creature in the corner of my room. I quickly spun around to see what it was. Nothing, just like always.

            I quickly looked away from the shadow. I scurried across the room, reaching for the pills. Water, water, I need it. I gulped them down fast, and headed straight for the bathroom. I grabbed a glass from the counter, as it trembled in my hands, I poured the water. Vile, gruesome blood came down instead, dripping ever so slightly over the edge of the glass. The glass fell from my hand. Shards of glass broken into thousands of tiny pieces, scattered across the floor and the blood splattered as well. I can’t do this. Not now. I rushed to get ready and headed straight for the door, just as I grab my coat.

            I walked down the street, keeping my head down and covered with my hood.  My combat boots getting soaked in the rain puddles from earlier this morning. I continued my way to a café nearby. I had eerie feeling something was watching me. I looked behind and saw nothing. Just like always. I made my way in the café just as the doors jingled its chime. I sat down and a teenaged waitress approached me.

“What would you like to order?” she asked as chewed her gum quite loudly.

Smack, smack, smack.

“Hello?” she questioned with an irritated expression.

Her face twisted into a horrendous creature. Green skin, disgusting bumps, fangs and orange hair. Just like her personality. I started to pale, my eyes widened and rubbed my eyes to get rid of the creature. She was normal again.

“I’ll have a small coffee, black please” I said rather meekly. Her scowl remained on her face while she walked away. She came back with my coffee and left. I looked out the window as I sipped the steaming, hot coffee. The clouds were still darkened and the sky was still night blue. I checked my watch. Only 7:00am. I looked out again only to see a pair of beautiful and mysterious deep sea blue eyes; it had flecks of gold within it dancing with amusement as it stared back at me from a distance. I looked in bewilderment. It’s probably just the schizophrenia. I close my eyes and took a deep breath knowing it will be gone. My eyes fluttered open once again. It was still there. A horrific expression bestowed across my face. It’s real. For once it’s actually real.