Dark Dreams (COMPLETED)

Don't look at me

No, I didn't want to think of anything to do with the previous night.

"Sarah..." he started, as soon as he saw me.

Then he really could've been the one who made me... whatever they did to me.

I ran to the other end of the hallway, which was covered with hateful floral wallpaper. I went down the stairs, struggling to support myself with the wooden handrail. I was on the second floor of the Lake House. Once I reached the ground floor I found myself in the big hall where the party was held. There were still numerous people there. Some were asleep on the floor half-naked and sprawled across each other like cats, others vegetated on the red armchairs, sipping drinks. A few of them were dancing like zombies to the rhythm of Bob Marley's Is this love, which was coming out of the compact stereo:

Is this love, is this love, that I'm feelin'

What I was feeling certainly wasn't love, only disgust. They were all so drunk that no one noticed me. I walked over discarded potato chips and beer that had been split on the wooden floor, regretting not having spent more time looking for my skates. I reached the front door.

I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with the hot air that usually enveloped Goldmist during the early afternoon.

Suddenly I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach.

Distorted memories resurfaced in my mind and the image of me naked with someone whose identity I didn't even know hit me like a bullet.

I ran toward the forest, following the path which ran between the branches of ancient, moss-covered oak trees, which formed a tunnel. Birdsong was interrupted by the noise of the dry leaves breaking as I ran over them.

If someone had seen me running half-naked through the forest with disheveled hair, he or she would surely have thought I was a madwoman who'd escaped from the asylum.

Where was I going?

I stopped to catch my breath.

The soles of my bare feet were hurting, I was sweating and my head felt heavy. I wished I could go back in time and erase everything. I knew that sooner or later I should try to figure out what had happened, but I wasn't ready.

Not now.

I let myself fall to my knees, weakly. I had no control over my body or its movements.

I cried and screamed.

When I finally raised my head, something attracted my attention.

I was surrounded by oak trees, dry leaves and bare ground... except for a small patch, not larger than a square yard, where small wild daisies were growing, almost by chance. But the most amazing thing was that, among the white flowers, lay a pink object that I recognized.

Sarah's commissioned artwork.By AyyaSAP, ©Viola Musaraj.