Blue

Chapter 11: Explain!

With a start Ellie awakes, her heart pounding in her chest and her breath short and ragged as she's unable to move due to the shock. Her eyes dart around her room, trying to make sure if she's now fully awake, which – thank goodness – she is. After a few long minutes of Ellie trying to calm her breath, she feels her body relax, allowing her to move again. Slowly but surely she's able to move her arm towards her head, resting the back of her hand on her forehead as she relives the dream in her head. She takes a long, deep breath before slowly breathing out again. This was a bad one; a really, really bad dream. Ellie turns to her right and reaches out to turn on her nightlight, not at all comfortable in the dark as images of her decaying grandfather flash around her memory, haunting her. Her vision blurs and her eyes squint as her hand presses the light switch, allowing a bright light to light up her room. Ellie attempts to close her eyes for a little bit, trying to sharpen her vision again as she now and then carefully opens her eyes to get used to the bright light; but closing her eyes is easier said than done for her. Whenever she closes her eyes she sees her grandfather; either in his normal, healthy state, or his nightmarish, sick state, but she does not want to see him right now. Not now that the nightmare's still fresh.

Ellie sighs. 'Why did I dream about Grandma's house... and Grandpa?' It's been ages since Ellie visited either of them, so she didn't have any fresh memories that could form her dream, nor have they really been on her mind lately, which makes it even more unlikely to Ellie to dream about them. Sure, Ellie had called her grandmother a few days ago, but she hadn't really listened to the conversation. She zoned out after the fifth insanely detail of a bouquet. She believes it was one with white and lilac tulips. The only aspect of her dream that currently happened and stuck with her is the freezing, black mist... Blue's mist... Blue... Blue!

Ellie's face turns sour and she immediately sits up straight, eyeing the dark corner in her room as she ignores the small amount of dizziness she feels which the quick movement caused in her tired state. 'See you in your dreams!' it greeted when it left. Did Blue cause her nightmare?! Did it take over her innocent dream and turn it to the nightmare it became? Anger rises up in Ellie's chest. Normal nightmares are unpleasant, but okay; Blue can do whatever it pleases with them, but this is personal. She knows she broke her promise, she doesn't have to be reminded of it. She keeps glaring at the dark corner, not really sure if it's standing there of if it's just the usual shadow. She blindly moves her right hand around her as far as she can, trying to find something she can throw, her eyes still on the corner. After patting her hand around for a minute or two and throwing a few things over, Ellie's hand met something soft she was certain she could use. She grabs whatever it is tight, yanks it out of its original position and throws it with all the power and might she has at that moment towards the corner. But she misses. Silently cursing her tired state, Ellie watches her old, precious elephant plush smash against the window and fall on the ground, now feeling slightly bad for throwing her childhood friend like that. Ellie turns around in her spot and grabs her pillow, which she throws towards the dark, shadowy corner, this time succeeding. But the pillow never hits the wall, it slams against the darkness in front of it with a thud. That's all Ellie needed to know.

"You did this, didn't you?" Ellie whisper-yells, her fear quickly replacing itself with boiling rage as she tries not to make too much noise for the sleeping neighbours next, under and above her. "You made me dream that!"

But there was no response to her question. Nothing. 'Did it just...?' Ellie wonders as she grabs her other pillow. She throw the pillow towards the dark corner and watches and hears it collide with the concrete wall with a thud.

"The bloody bastard," Ellie scoffs. Did it seriously just disappear on her? Is it too much of a coward to face her in her conscious state? Ellie balls her and slams them on either side of her on the bed in anger. She's done with it. Forget the deal. Every possibility of a friendship is gone to her at the moment. She's going to get sage tomorrow and cleanse the house, ridding Blue of her life forever. Ellie looks to the side, towards her alarm clock. It's only four o' clock in the morning. She'll get the sage in a few hours. With a frustrated sigh Ellie lays herself down again, a bit annoyed as her head hits the flat surface of the mattress. Why did she throw both her pillows? She wiggles a little bit and tucks herself in her blanket again, making it so that a part of her blanket functions as a makeshift pillow. Ellie lets out a yawn and turns to the side, slowly falling into a dreamless sleep with her nightlight still on.