Dreams

Chapter 5

As I was thinking about a good enough excuse to tell my mom and make up for those papers, the days' events got to me and I soon fell asleep. Sleep. This was my favourite thing in the world. You can literally escape from reality for some time by doing nothing but sleeping. Isn't that an amazing thing?

People probably won't give a second thought to this. But for me, sleeping is much more than just relaxing. Sleeping is sometimes terrifying and sometimes peaceful. You are basically dead for some time when you're asleep and that sounds terrifying but you're dead only for some time and it's just a way to escape your reality. And that sounds peaceful.

But it isn't that simple of a theory, for me at least. Because when I sleep, things more terrifying or peaceful happen. And before I go to bed, I have to brace myself for what's about to come.

You see, I get these weird dreams. Sometimes they're terrifying. There's bloodshed and all kinds of bone chilling scenarios. I see the most horrible things. Things that can change tears to blood. Things no one deserves to see. And then there are peaceful ones. Where I see happiness. I see radiant colors and I see stars and I see nice things. Things that can end wars, cure cancer. Things everyone deserves to see.

And even though it doesn't make any sense but that's what happens. And those dreams seem so real. So very real.

I soon fall into a deep sleep. Thinking about what I will face this time in my dreams.

And then I see it. I see myself lying on my soft bed, cuddling with my pillow, my blanket is thrown somewhere on my bed. I see darkness all around me and immediately realize that this is one of the terrifying dreams I'm in. And as I get out of my bed to discover this dark place I see a face. But not just any face. It's an inhuman face. It's a very pale face with big blue eyes and red lips and short white hair reaching almost the neck. It's skin is so pale. It's eyes are so big and blue but not at all in an innocent way, no. It's lips are so red you might think it has drank blood and got some on the lips. I can't quite decipher if it's a man or a woman. It looks at me in a bone-chilling way. A devilish smirk plastered on its face. It's body I can't see for its body is still hidden in the dark. The only light is on it's face. I can only see it till it's neck, not further. And it's gaze freezes me. It doesn't let me move. I'm frozen under its gaze. Its smirk is so frightening. I can't really read his eyes even though they are huge and very blue. But for some reason I can't quite tell what it's trying to say. And then it speaks. It's voice giving me goosebumps. It's voice was so thick and high pitched. It made me scream. Just it's voice made my whole body shiver and my mouth scream. I screamed for no reason and no one. But I just did. It's voice was so horrifying, but I didn't even hear what it had said. The face threw his head back and laughed at my reaction towards its voice. It's laugh could make the dead people get up. There are just not such terrifying words invented yet to describe its laugh. It then looked at me again with that smirk.

"You're welcome" it said.

And then it vanished.

The face vanished.
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I woke up with a sudden jolt. My head spinning, my heart beating fast against my chest. I was covered in sweat and I was breathing fast. This always happened after the terrifying dreams so I was used to it.

I thought about the dream and that horrible face with the horrible laugh and the horrible voice.

And then it hit me like a truck.

That was the same face I saw at school earlier.

Why did it say 'you're welcome'?

And it hit me again.

I had wished for something to just save me from giving my speech. And something did happen. And it happened right when I was about to start my speech. And I had seen that face at that moment giving me that devilish smirk.

And then it hit me once again.

Why did I find that face so familiar? Because this was not the first dream in which I had seen this face. I had seen it before in another dream too.

But that dream I had experienced when I was 13.

So why did it return now after four years?

I tried to memorize what had happened in that dream.

I couldn't quite remember but I did remember that that face had become overly attached with me, with my world. And then it ended.

I didn't really pay much attention to it back then, I had just brushed it off.

Had that face been so attached to me and my world that it would kill a person for me?

Was I responsible for the guards' death?

Or is this just something in my mind and I'm going crazy?